It's a typically dreary November Monday morning in Seattle as 30-something strawberry blonde Sarah Linden takes a jog. Whether it's to relieve stress or purely for pleasure, it's definitely better than the running Rosie Larsen was doing the night before. Sarah and Rosie's runs are crosscut. Sarah huffs and puffs, Rosie screams and staggers. Sarah picks up speed as Rosie stops to hide behind a tree. A flashlight flickers ominously behind Rosie, finally catching up to her. Sarah's run also stops when she comes across an animal carcass. She stares at it grimly, almost blankly. You get the sense she's been around death before. Linden's phone rings, and she picks it up nonchalantly. She gets a call and heads to work. Credits.

Still in her running gear, Linden drives up in the drizzle to a crime scene as some punks nearby rubberneck to get a glance of the gore. The cop on duty apologizes for calling Sarah in. He briefs her that the body is a Jane Doe and the coroner is en route. He directs her through the crime scene, offering to walk with her, but she says she can handle it. He asks if she's leaving Seattle and her job on Friday. She corrects him with a smile -- today is her last day.

Linden clicks on her flashlight as she walks through the forbidding warehouse. Birds flap away as she surveys the blood-stained walls and clothing dropped slipshod on the floor. She approaches the corpse cautiously, creeping up to it in the dark. Jane Doe is hanging in a clear tarp that's soaked in blood. Linden puts on her gloves and carefully removes the covering. Just as it's falling to the ground, the lights click on, and her colleagues jump out of the darkness. Underneath the tarp? A blow-up doll with a sign that reads, "Bon voyage, Sarah!" Sarah smiles broadly as the guys pour her a glass of champagne, blow noisemakers and sing "For She's a Jolly Good Fellow!"

After the celebration, she heads home with Jane Doe under her arm. She calls out to her fiancé Rick to ask if he's still home. They horse around until he notices Jane Doe and says, "I'm not even going to ask." They kiss playfully. Sarah stops to ask where her son Jack is. Rick assures her he dropped Jack off at school. Sarah wonders if Jack's mad that they're moving. Rick says tersely, "He's 13. It's his job to hate us." He promises that Jack will come around, then jokes what Jane Doe thinks about Sonoma. She brushes it off as he tells her the movers are coming in an hour. He also says her friend Reggie wants to take Jack on one last spin on the boat before they leave. She kids that Reggie should give her away at their wedding. Rick doesn't seem to care, he's so excited to marry her in the first place. He asks one last time, even though he seems completely certain of the answer, if she's ready to change her life for him. They kiss, and she says, "You know I'm not one for words." He replies, "That's a good thing. I only need two of them." A car honks outside. Sarah wonders why he can't wait and fly with them, but with a cab waiting downstairs, it's a little late for that. As he hurries out the door, she tells him, "I do... want to marry you." He happily reminds her that the tickets are on the refrigerator, and their flight is at 9:30 that night. She smiles as she watches him leave, then heads over to the fridge, where she kisses a picture of herself with a younger Jack.