Jim wanders into the break room, sees Kelly reading a magazine, and makes the fatal mistake of asking her what's up. It's fatal because she tells him, at great length. The Kelly/Ryan romance has begun, apparently. "Now, I have a boyfriend!" she squees.
"I hooked up with her on February 13th," Ryan THs, running his fingers through his stressed-out hair so they come away leaving him looking like a troll doll.
Michael is in Times Square, because he likes to avoid the touristy stuff.
Another bouquet of flowers has arrived at Reception, and Pam doesn't bother to hide her expectant smile this time. Except these turn out to be for Phyllis, too. In the background, Meredith sips a refreshing beverage as she looks resentfully at the growing display on Phyllis's desk. Meredith's cup and the straw are both opaque, so we can probably assume it's some kind of sport drink in there.
Michael is heading down into the subway station, explaining the benefits of underground transportation to us as though we're viewing this from a cardboard box, on the moon, in 1580. He abruptly turns back at the sight of "a guy pooping in a cardboard box." Amateur.
Next, Michael is at a vantage point overlooking the Rockefeller Center skating rink. He spots a brown-haired woman with glasses on a cell phone, and accosts her, thinking it's Tina Fey. Which is why he's so distracted that he misses it when the actual Conan O'Brien walks by. There's a cut, during which Michael apparently got word that he missed a real celebrity sighting by bugging "the fake Tina Fey." He's seriously pissed off about it, too. Judging by the annoyed look on Conan's face as he lumbered past, I'd say Michael got off lucky.
Dwight and Angela have one of their clandestine conversations, in which he says that "someone" got him the best present ever. She's glad he likes it, and adds that she hasn't gotten anything. Dwight smoothly assures her that she will. She leaves. And Dwight begins to panic.
Michael talks about how he would like to live in New York one day, because it's like Scranton on acid. No, speed. No, steroids. Also, he's completely lost. However, he's just spotted a body of water a few blocks away. He figures out that he's looking at either the Hudson or the East River, which is how he gets his bearings back. Clearly, he's on at least one edge of the island. Eventually, he ends up in front of the building that houses Dunder Mifflin Corporate, talking about the pressure that's on him for the task that lies ahead. He even compares himself to General Schwarzkopf in Desert Storm. "And we will not have to deal with those Iraqis any more," he promises.