It's the show at Pam's art school. People mill about, excitedly discussing the art on the walls. But not Pam's, as she stands there alone next to six fairly pedestrian watercolors, looking a bit desperate in her "artist" clothes. She should really be wearing a beret if she's going to insist on the turtleneck.
Michael pouts in Ryan's car on the way back to the office. Ryan says it wasn't personal. "Business is always personal," Michael snaps at Ryan's passenger window. "It's the most personal thing in the world. When we get back to the office, pack your things." Looks like it's time for Ryan to test that five-second trick he was bragging about last season.
Everyone's leaving the office, with the bat still trapped in the kitchen, and with Meredith trapped in the women's room. "Goodnight, Mary Beth!" Creed calls to her.
Dwight straightens up from the water cooler to find Jim RIGHT BEHIND him, staring at Dwight's neck. Jim says he plans to go home and draw the shades against the sun. Pulling his collar high around his neck, he floats out, saying, "Bye, Dwight." Dwight returns the sentiment, adding, "Good luck," as he reveals that he's holding a broom whose handle has been cut off and sharpened into a deadly point. It would almost serve Jim right if he finally pulled a prank on Dwight that ended up with Dwight killing him. From the window, Dwight watches Jim go to his car with his coat over his head against the sun and soliloquizes about the journey ahead of Jim. "But I have a destiny in this realm," he vows, pulling on a paintball helmet. "Specifically, the kitchen."
Pam talks to a random old lady about her pictures. As the woman wanders off, Roy shows up with his brother Kenny. He congratulates himself on being the only one from work to make it. Pam doesn't share his appreciation for the moment.
Dwight bursts into the kitchen with an open garbage bag. For some reason, Meredith also picks this time to come out of the bathroom. Dwight throws the bag over both the bat and Meredith's head, trapping them in there together. Somehow, he manages to extract Meredith without losing the bat. "You're welcome," he tells his disheveled, breathless, newly newly rabies-infected coworker.