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.
Roy is heading out. "I looked at all of them," he protests when Pam gazes at him sadly. Pam says she'll drive herself home, and Roy thinks he's getting lucky that night. "Your art was the prettiest art of all the art," he says. How sweet is it that he's back to Not Getting It? Just like old times.
Back at the office, Ryan is abjectly apologizing to Michael and asking him not to fire him. Michael says that isn't what he's doing; Ryan is moving to the annex. "Where Kelly is?" Ryan says, regretting talking Michael out of firing him. Michael says that a good manager doesn't fire; he hires, and inspires. "People will never go out of business," is his parting shot to Ryan.
Oscar and Gil have shown up at the art show, and they're standing before Pam's work discussing it rather disparagingly, when she comes up behind them. But before she makes her presence known, she overhears Gil talking about how art takes courage and honesty. "Those aren't Pam's strong points," Oscar admits. And Gil pronounces Pam's work "motel art." Behind them, Pam looks devastated.
Later on, things are closing down and Pam's getting ready to take her stuff down. And then Michael shows up, impressed that Pam did all of her work "freehand." He especially likes the one Pam did of the office building. "How much?" he asks, to Pam's confusion. He can even see his window and his car, as well as Pam's. This is what he needed to see, after the day he's had. "That is our building," Michael says, clearly moved. "And we sell paper." Pam's eyes fill up, and when Michael tells her, "I'm really proud of you," she goes in for a long hug. Just what each of them needed right now. Fortunately the something she feels in his pocket turns out to be an actual Chunky®.
And back at the office, Michael hangs Pam's painting of the building right next to the front door. "Without paper, it could not have happened," he rhapsodizes. "Unless you had a camera."