As a group of DM Scrantonites head out to Poor Richard's, Phyllis stops at reception to quietly tell Pam that she heard Jim's coming back. But in all the confusion of people leaving, Pam doesn't hear any details, or indeed anything that might suggest Phyllis is doing more than talking out her ass. Roy comes back, and they share a little moment over the averted disaster. Well, Roy has a moment. Pam just says it would be a pain to have to find another job. 'Kay, bye, Roy!
Pam THs that she was expecting a severance package. But as we see Jim cogitating in Stamford, she talks about all the many minor inconveniences that finding a new job would entail. "So there are reasons to stay," she concludes.
Speaking of whom, Jim appears to be the last person still working at Stamford, save Karen. Jim gets up to leave, saying that he's decided to take the Scranton job, and if they offer Karen a transfer, she should take it. In other words, he has finally decoded Karen's coded message from earlier, and has also figured out that if he responds in kind, he doesn't have to go back to Scranton and face Pam as a single man. Dick move, Halpert, for everyone involved. Karen smiles a smile that shows off the bright shiny fishhook Jim just stuck in there as he walks out of the office, playing out the line. And then she almost giddily THs that she's glad Jim said that. "I mean, I don't think he's into me or anything, but I'm kind of into him. So there you go." Aw, poor Karen.
Back on Wallace's front steps, Michael has decided to give up on Operation CFO Stakeout, and sends Dwight to get the car. He starts berating himself for letting everyone down. "Nobody likes me any more," he weeps pathetically to the stars. But Dwight, checking his voice mail, relays the now-old news that Stamford is closing and they're staying open. They jubilantly congratulate themselves on their glorious success, sharing a hug and a high-five and a whole series of chest bumps. After the initial moment of joy wears off, it occurs to them with surprising rapidity to wonder how they pulled it off. By not being involved, is how.
Toby gets ready to go, philosophically talking about how he considered moving to Costa Rica and learning to surf after the branch closed. "But Costa Rica will still be there," he says. "When I'm sixty-five." If there were a font to make his last few words look like dreary gray rain clouds, I would have used it.