Time passes, in which Jim and Pam chat like their old selves, about how fast Jim types, and about Pam's having recently confused 28 Days with 28 Days Later... because Blockbuster doesn't put pictures on its video boxes, and Pam's new apartment. He's still teasing her when Dwight and Ryan finally make it back to the office. She covers the receiver to ask if Ryan is okay, so Jim doesn't know anyone's come in and just thinks she's shut up for some reason or other. Ryan says he is, and goes to leave, Pam -- now having uncovered the receiver -- calling after Ryan, "Okay, bye!" Jim thinks she's talking to him and is like, "Oh, yeah, I should probably go too." Pam gets flustered again, but quickly covers that she also needs to end the call, I guess so he doesn't have "hand." The call ends well enough, with each party smiling wistfully, alone, int he same time zone, but far apart.

After commercials, Stanley mutters that it's three hundred sixty-four days until the next Pretzel Day. And you know he has set up a coundown clock on that shit, too.