Gary and Dave are at the top of the dune. They slide, and they like it. (Horns of Perseverance: "Blatblatblat blatblatblat blatblatblat BLAT!")
Back at the airport, Boston gets the sad news that the other three teams have all left in cabs. They're both pissed off and chewing gum. Hmm, how vaguely familiar. Inside, Chris asks the taxi lady how the others all got taxis so fast, and she says it's because she's the taxi lady, and they asked her. "We screwed up," Chris says, finally understanding, and I feel a small wave of sympathy for him, but I get over it quickly. Alex voices over that they fell an hour behind everybody as a result of having to sit around waiting for another taxi.
Commercials. Take Nyquil. It's the twenty-five-percent-alcohol, sniffling, sneezing, drinking, boozing, passing-out-in-a-heap-so-you-can-really-rest medicine.
Top of the lighthouse. Blake and Paige, Xerox, Jeebus. They spot the SUVs on the beach and take off. Blake keeps going, "This way, guys," like somebody appointed him leader of the scout troop or something. Oh, go suck your teeth, Sparkleface.
Mary/Fruit SUV. They hit the dune for the hike. "This is insane," the Fruit mutters. "Take your time," Mary assures her as they climb. "Just...I'm going to walk one foot behind you." I think that's exactly the right decision, because it's only going to make things feel worse if Mary walks ahead and keeps waiting for the Fruit to catch up. If she's feeling slow, better to follow behind. ["I interpreted that as Mary hanging back to catch the Fruit if she swooned or something. I could be overthinking it, though." -- Sars] The Fruit complains that she's weak and getting sandblasted, but she keeps walking. "I was dragging," she interviews, "and, of course, Mary talked me through." They reach the top. It's interesting -- it's hard to tell right now whether the Fruit is going to keep being sick through the entire race, but I actually think she and Mary pulled through this nicely. Given the twin setbacks of illness and missing the FF, they could have gotten really discouraged and bailed, but they kept plugging, and it paid off. Anyway, they choose the slide. "What a rush," the Fruit says at the bottom. You know, I don't know when, and I don't know why, but I have developed a big honkin' soft spot for the Fruit. She has certain qualities in common with women who usually drive me batty, but she's just so damn chipper, you know? It's hard to fight it. She's the Fruit! Be the Fruit! Embrace the Fruit while there's still time!