Business meeting. Joe rants. There's a shot of Leroy the adorable puppy to break up the monotony. Everyone else looks blank, except for Landon, who looks shell-shocked. Joe says there's "one week left." For what, I'm not sure. Oh, a business plan. Mike swears to get his done, even though he'll "be on a plane to Boston."
Joe drives Mike to the airport. He's got an old woman to meet. The plane takes off and then lands. Mike calls his old, old lady who has SLEPT IN! Better poke her to make sure she isn't dead. Mike stands around impatiently until Old Heather finally shows up. She's old! And blond! She's a hot banana, but old. Old Heather looks not unlike Courtney Thorne-Smith. But way, waaay older. She laughs and says her alarm didn't go off, and they leave.
Now we're treated to some scenic shots of Boston. Amazingly, it isn't snowing. Here's some guys rowing crew, then there's the exterior of an apartment building, then FiFi Applelicious (Fiona Apple to you) starts caterwauling, "Once my lover, now my frie-hend, what a cruuuel thing to prete-hend." Someone get that girl a sandwich and stuff it in her mouth to STOP HER FROM SINGING EVER AGAIN. Come on, chicken fight! Me and Maya Angelou versus Fifi Applelicious and PT "There's a Sucker Born Every Minute" Anderson. Your bony butt is mine, Fifi.
Anyway, inside Old Heather's apartment, Mike is in bed, under the sheets, and shirtless. Oh my! Not. Old Heather leaps on top of him. She's clad, sadly, in a black short-sleeved turtleneck and what a friend calls "Big Ass Pants," which are just khakis, but you know, they make everyone's ass look huge. Just say no to pleats. Squash it! They roll around for a while, then we get an above-the-bed shot of them, which was totally the cameraperson standing on a chair. Jesus! Leave the room, perv. Mike then says via interview that "[Old] Heather wants marriage, commitment, kids...I don't." So, WHY'D YOU GO TO BOSTON, you fraud? Criminy.