Shockingly, Jonathan is not only the mental magician who has come up with this tricky cell-phone-borrowing plan. Jon -- Kris's Jon, not Jonathan -- is making the same calls. He's actually borrowed the phone from a guy in a neck brace, so I hope some plaintiff's attorney isn't getting a busy signal. Next up is Hera, borrowing a cell phone in a sort of "There's a camera on us, don't you feel like a dork?" kind of tone. They all discover that the American Airlines flights connect in Boston and Baltimore, while the United flight connects through Minneapolis. (Shout-out!) "Minneapolis?" Gus asks. "That don't sound like a very good flight." Hey, shut up! Uh...takes one to know one! Jonathan is on the phone now, too, and when Victoria suggests that he find out what the weather is like in Minneapolis in case there's a delay, he snaps that he can't listen to her and the person on the phone at the same time. Apparently, his magical powers don't include multitasking. It's not like he said he was a mental juggler. That's a totally different part of the brain circus. Elsewhere, a guy tells Kris and Jon that a hurricane is headed for the east coast this afternoon, and if the flight from Minneapolis goes right to Iceland, that might well be the way to go. Jonathan is learning the same thing on the phone -- ironically, the message is, "Go to Minneapolis, because of the weather." I will admit that we don't exactly put that on the tourist brochures. "Minneapolis isn't known for its nonstop flights," Gus grouses. Snob! I mean, really, you don't need it to be known for its nonstop flights, because you're not guessing. If the clue says there's a flight? There probably is one. Apparently on the strength of geographical discrimination alone, the MSP-hating Misguided Alliance decides to go for American.
At O'Hare, planes are scurrying around. Or so it appears from the fast-action camera work. Phil reviews for us that there are two American flights and one on United. "Seating is limited" on the flights, but all three make connections -- American in Boston and Baltimore, United in Minneapolis. (And the Minneapolis airport, for the record, isn't in Minneapolis, but...that's all right.) And their scheduled landings in Iceland are within five minutes of each other. Huh? So they set it up so that which flight you take makes absolutely no difference? That seems like kind of slack-ass leg planning. Anyway, at O'Hare, the first batch of teams gets off the train. Everybody but chicks and oldsters, into the airport! Freddy assures us in a voice-over that he and Kendra know "the nuances of airports," because they're models and travel a lot. I'll maybe buy that models do a lot of traveling, but "nuances of airports"? Like what? How not to fall off the moving sidewalk? Whatever. He's pretty. The editors don't think so much of the "nuances" theory either, because they move directly to Freddy and Kendra going up to ask about flights to Iceland at the Air Canada counter. "I don't know how to help you, sir...we fly to Canada," the ticket agent says. "What?" Freddy asks in frustration. Okay, so they don't know the really subtle nuances, like how Air Canada goes to Canada, but still.
Jonathan and Victoria are visiting various counters, snipping at each other about which one they need. "We don't need international, because we're going to Milwaukee or whatever!" Victoria loudly whines. Excuse me, "Milwaukee or whatever"? Milwaukee or whatever? Milwaukee is in Wisconsin. They make cheese there. God. She pulls it together and tells him, "It's not international, we're going to Minneapolis, idiot." I'm all for her calling him an idiot, but really, when you just failed to identify the city you're flying to thirty seconds ago? You're on thin ice, dear, and not kind they have in "Milwaukee or whatever." Oh, by the way, he kind of bristles in a hurt way at being called an idiot. Keep that in mind. He does not approve of name-calling.