Upstairs, Roy is clearly being an asshole to Pam about the design thing. We can't hear what he's saying, but it's obvious that he's shot the idea down as he hands the brochure back to her. Would he be so unsupportive if he himself hadn't just gotten kicked in his aspirational nuts? Doesn't matter. Meanwhile, Pam THs about dreams just being something to get you through the day. Like that house with the terrace and the flowers, which she read about in a book when she was twelve.
Jim comes and finds Pam in the break room, able to tell from her body language that she's not going anywhere. "Why not?" he asks, almost as disappointed as she is. "You gotta take a chance on something, sometime, Pam. I mean, do you want to be a receptionist here, always?" Pam gets pretty owly with him. And then she THs about how impractical it all is anyway. "They don't even make houses like that in Scranton. So, I mean, I'm never gonna..." And then her face crumples and she melts into tears. Stupid Roy.
Michael is back at the wheel of the forklift, doing to the warehouse what the Who used to do to hotel rooms. As crashes echo through the space, the woman erases the "936" on the lost-time accident board and replaces it with a big old goose egg. 936 days? Michael said it had only been months since his last visit.
Michael accepts delivery of a stack of pizzas, hoping it'll smooth things over, because everyone likes pizza. "Do black people like pizza?" he reconsiders. As everyone sits around eating it in silence, Michael says that Jan can be a bitch sometimes. When everyone agrees, he shushes them, saying they have a relationship. The office guys leave the trashed warehouse, as Darryl warns from below that "this isn't over!"
Everyone returns to their normal places in the office (and Jan crosses the parking lot) as Michael THs about how you need a gender mix in the workplace, because sexual tension fuels productivity or something. Speaking of which, Jim watches Pam answer the phone. Like she always has. Like she always will.
And to lighten things up after that downer ending, the tag brings us back in time to the warehouse visit. Dwight makes a Styrofoam-peanut angel in the pile on the floor as Darryl stares blankly into the camera, the only thing currently preventing him from committing murder.