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Thank you.

- Morning, sheriff.
- Morning.

Maple bar and Vinspresso to go?

- Am I that predictable?
- I would say consistent.

- Mmm.
- Oh. Don't they look happy?

- Hey, Zane.
- Carter.

That's nice.

So, you're back together.

- We're working on it.
- Congratulations.

Maybe now, he'll stop
giving me the stink eye.

Uh, well, he's still having some
issues with our, um, matrix relationship.

Yeah, so is Allison.

I mean, like that would ever
happen in the real world. Right?

I know. Right?

Okay. So, um...

I've got to head
back to G.D.

Uh, Warren Hughes
is coming from D.O.D.

Human Resources.

Oh. I love that little guy.
Say hi for me.

Oh, you can tell him yourself.

He's conducting reviews of
all the Astraeus crew members

to ensure they're fit
to return to work at G.D.

- And the fun never stops.
- Yeah.

So, you and I, we're, uh...
We're good, right?

Yeah.

No more weirdness?

No.

Good.

That was weird.

- Here you go, sheriff.
- Hey.

Oh, and looks like Zane
forgot his sunglasses.

Oh. I'll give them to him.

The... Wow.
Nice shades, Ponch.

Jackass.

Who gave you the authority to
re-activate the matrix mainframe?

- Shut it down.
- Yes, director.

I want this thing dismantled and
locked in the vault. D.O.D. orders.

Fargo, hang on.

I did. I just began restoring the corrupted
files to analyze the program code.

Yeah, but that program killed
Dr. Marten. I want it mothballed.

Yeah, I get that, man.

We all miss her.

But maybe understanding
what happened would give you,

I don't know,
some sense of closure.

Isn't that what Holly
would want?

Holly's gone. And I want
that thing gone. Today.

Come on.

Make sure the crew's medical files
are ready for review.

Okay, Dr. Blake.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I don't think I'm going
to make lunch today.

Oh. Oh, yeah. Jo told me,
uh, Warren's in town.

Yes. And everything must go smoothly.
People's jobs rely on it.

Okay. So, no pressure, then.

I just want to get through
this and get everything back to normal.

Yeah.

So, you were with Jo today?

Uh, actually, she was
with Zane. And is with Zane.

Because we're in the real world.

No, but I might have to
talk to her from time to time.

- Of course, you will.
- Uh-huh.

Hey! My favorite couple!

- Oh!
- Oh, Warren!

Oh! Well...

Oh. I heard about your ordeal.

Terrible loss, Dr. Marten.
I'm very sorry.

Thank you. It was, uh...
It was a shock to all of us.

Well, I don't want to add
to your stress.

I'll keep these evaluations
as casual as possible.

Think recreation therapy,
not inquisition.

Good.

Well, I think the Astraeus
crew will appreciate that.

Hey, I'm breezy.

But in case
things don't go well,

sheriff, I'll need you to
handle the redactions.

That doesn't sound breezy.
Do...

Well. Let's get started.

Good luck.

Warren, this is Dr. Fowler, the
Astraeus crew's particle physicist.

Thank you for seeing me first,
Mr. Hughes.

I get test anxiety.

No need, Dr. Fowler.

You must be glad to be getting
back to normal life after your ordeal.

Definitely. Uh, I'm getting
used to reality again,

and I was able to apply one of my
virtual breakthroughs to my work here.

Take a look.

Ooh. Steak. This is going
to be a good experiment.

I calculated the wave
functions necessary to

transport organic material across
space-time using quantum entanglement.

Uh, safety goggles, please.

Oh.

Okay...

Here we go.

Wow.

Very impressive.

Yeah, but who'd
want to eat it now?

I mean, you don't know
where it's been.

How does the reconstructed
tissue compare to the original?

Darn near identical. I'm still
working out a few minor issues.

Oh. Look out. Look out.
Look out. Look out. Look out.

Oh. Sheriff.

Are you all right?

I'll never eat burgers again.

I don't know what happened.
All the other tests went perfectly.

Can I get a towel?

Clean it up and
run a diagnostic.

Dr. Fargo.

Clearly, Dr. Fowler rushed
his work in order to impress me,

work he developed, when he
was jacked into the program.

Well, yes...

This accident was a
direct result of his trauma.

So, he's redacted
pending further evaluation.

Redacted?

I'm very sorry.

Now, Dr. Fargo, I have something
special planned for your review.

I think I'm deaf.

This is my evaluation?

Yes. I've found that recreation therapy
helps people to relax and open up.

And your file says that
laser tag is a favorite activity.

Well, I did captain the Eureka team that
schooled Los Alamos three years running.

Excellent.
Shall we start then?

Bring it.

I told you I needed things
to go smoothly today.

Hey, I didn't asplode
the tenderloin.

And man, what a waste!

Well, your eardrums aren't ruptured.
I think you'll be fine.

Well, except I was going to
enjoy my day with you.

And now, I'm stuck with Jo,
doing... redactions.

Well, maybe I'll have to keep you
under observation for a little longer.

You know, just to
be on the safe side.

Right. Right.

Is this where it hurts?

So, how's your health?

Any changes in diet?

Appetite?

Sleep patterns?

No, no, and no!

- How is this side too?
- Over here?

Yeah, it was both. For sure.
It was, yeah...

I like medicine.

Jack!

Jack, what are you doing?

What the frak?

Oh, my God!

Here you go.

- Is he okay?
- Jack!

What? No!

How did I get here? In here?

You came down here after
the lab accident. Remember?

No. Where's Warren?

He's doing Fargo's evaluation. Why?

I'm Fargo.

Okay, you know what? That asplosion
was bigger than we thought.

- We need to check your head.
- No time. I need to find me!

Jack. Jack!

I heard gunfire.
What the hell happened?

I don't know.
Jack just lost it.

- Carter did this?
- Yes.

- Okay, I have to find him.
- No, no, no, no. Look.

He left the gun here. He needs
medical attention. I will handle it.

No weirdness.
Yeah. Right.

Um, what just happened?

You got schooled is
what happened, Dr. Fargo.

What? Fargo?

Oh, my God.
It's my worst nightmare.

I'm your worst nightmare.

I expected more from
the laser tag-team captain.

No, no, no, no, no.
This isn't happening.

Perhaps you're not as ready to
lead as you thought, Dr. Fargo.

That's right. I'm Fargo.

And I'm good.
And definitely leader material.

Then, defend yourself!

Now, that's more like it.
Congratulations.

You've passed the first phase
of your review.

There's more?

I'm gonna go get changed.

I'm so screwed.

Sheriff Carter?

Whoa.
This is beyond creepy.

Fargo?

Holy socks!
We've swapped bodies!

Jack! What is
going on with you?

Well, for starters,
I'm over here.

Okay, Fargo, it's not funny.
Jack just fired a weapon in the infirmary.

I did what?

It was an accident. I was in here,
in my body, playing laser tag.

The next thing I know,
I'm in you.

Okay. Never phrase it
that way again.

What are you two talking about?

We've had a kind of neural swap.

- That is impossible.
- Possible.

We were just making out
in the infirmary.

With Warren here?

Dr. Blake, PDA in the
workplace is against G.D. policy.

Bigger issues, Fargo.

Oh, my God.
You're not kidding.

Is this my joking face? No.
This is not my face at all.

What did you brainiacs
do this time?

I don't know. But if Warren finds out,
we can kiss our jobs goodbye.

- Oh. Um...
- Hey, kids.

Time for phase two,
Dr. Fargo.

Let's go look at some art.

Help me, Allie.

Wait. You're Fargo?

I'm sorry.
I'm having trouble believing this.

Just run a magnetoencephalographic
neural scan and find out.

See?

Wow. I mean, that is
definitely not Jack.

But neural transplantation
is impossible.

What about neural teleportation?

Neural what?

Dr. Fowler's matter-relocation unit
blew up in our faces this morning.

Maybe it affected
our synaptic functioning.

He said it was having issues.

Maybe. It's a stretch.
I don't know. I'll take a look.

And we'll start running
neural scans.

Hopefully, we can fix this
before Warren finds out.

Just hurry up. Carter's
in my body talking to Warren.

Who knows what he might say?

Butterfly dog.

What an oddly child-like
imagination you have.

Uh... How about this one?

Butterfly cow.

That is filthy.
You show that to children?

I have to say, I'm a little
concerned, Dr. Fargo.

These aren't typical answers
for someone with an IQ of 163.

Ah. Well, because
I was joking. Obviously.

Give me another one.
I can do better.

Uh, sorry to interrupt.

Fargo, about that project we
discussed shutting down earlier...

I found something promising.

Yes. Well...

Pursue that
and report back to me.

Great. Thanks.

And I'll see you tomorrow,
Mr. Donovan.

Yeah, I can't wait, Warren.

So, let's try a few more images.

Accepted to MIT as a sophomore.

Got my PhD at 22.

Recruited by Global Dynamics
the next year.

And now my entire scientific career
is at the mercy of Sheriff Carter.

I'm more concerned that
his body is at your mercy.

What if he gets stuck this way?

Wow, Dr. Blake.

Either you'll have to date me
in Sheriff Carter's body,

or date Sheriff Carter in mine.

It's quite a Sophie's choice.

Grace? We have to fix this.

Honey, don't worry,
I will take care of it.

Oh. We're getting a neural spike.

Is he having a seizure?
Fargo?

Dr. Fargo?

What? Hmm?

What do you see in these?

The Orion Nebula.

A high elf with a war hammer.

Oh, Buffy high-fiving herself.

You have a very
interesting brain, Dr. Fargo.

I think we're done.

Done? As in redacted?

No. Done,
as in cleared for duty.

I'm satisfied that you're ready.

Butterfly dog.
That was a good one.

Butterfly dog?

- Oh.
- Jack?

Yeah. Oh, I've literally
never been so happy.

My God. I don't think I could
have taken Sophie's choice.

She's been a little worried.

Maybe the neural scanning process
reset you somehow.

Grace is analyzing the data.

But we don't know
what caused it.

What about the, uh...
transporter thing... thing-ama-jig?

Did you make me talk
like that in front of Warren?

Yeah, I did. You want
to go shoot something?

I've looked at the matter re-locator.
And there's no indication

that it could cause this.
Any residual symptoms?

Uh... My head hurts a bit,

but I'm pretty relieved
to be back in my body.

Yeah, me too. You really
had to go to the little boys' room.

Well...

Tell me you didn't take me.

Tell me you didn't use
your boy hands to...

They were your hands.

Both of you need
some rest tonight.

And we'll keep
looking for the cause.

But hopefully, you know,
the worst is over.

Hopefully.

How you feeling?

Well, I'm back to my old self.

Mmm...

Well...

Why don't we celebrate?

I like the way you think.

Jack, what are you doing?

Aw, man. Not again.

Want some company?

- Oh, boy.
- Mmm.

Oh.

Is there a problem?

No. No. Why would
there be a problem?

Okay. Way to be subtle.

I will go brush my teeth.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

This is the weirdest dream ever.

I thought that we could
start the day off right.

Oh, God.

Oh! That's...
That sounds great.

But I don't... I don't
think I can. Mmm-mmm.

I would disagree.

Oh, I mean, I'd love to.
But, uh, I'm late.

Late to work. Yup.
Rain check. Rain check.

Rain check?

Hello?

Zane, it's Carter.

What? If you're Carter, then
why do you sound like me?

Because I am you.
We just swapped brains.

This is a seriously
messed up dream.

Ew. Oh.

Jack, who are you talking to?

It's not a dream, Zane. And if you
touch Allison, you're a dead man.

I'm... I'm talking to Zane.
That jackass.

He's trouble.

The... If you're at my place,
then you're in my body.

Yep. And you went a little nuts
with the hair trimmer, don't you think?

Hey. I believe
in man-scaping.

You should try it, Sheriff Sasquatch.
This is disgusting.

I was in the shower.

You don't say.

Where's Jo?

Uh...

Indisposed.

Indisposed? Like, naked?

Just meet me at the neural lab.
And no touching.

Yeah. That goes both ways, pal.
And I got a gun.

Unbelievable.
What is this, polyester?

Jack? Where did he go?

Ah. These wrinkles are deep.

Man, he's going to have
cheeks like a basset hound.

Oh! I was looking
for these.

Whoa!

Whoa!

I'm in hot pursuit.

Yee-haw!

I found an elevation in Jack's Z wave
pattern compared to the other crew members.

It's concerning.

Tell me about it.

I woke up inside Zane.

In the shower.

Damn it!

- Jack?
- How did you guess, Henry?

This is extraordinary.

It's not the word
I'd choose, but...

Zane is in your body?

Yeah, he's on his way
here now. I feel all bulky.

We need to run a new PET and
SPECT scan on both of you right away,

- before this gets any worse.
- Morning, friends.

- Too late.
- Mr. Donovan, your review is next.

And I have a special
activity picked for you.

And I brought scones.

Great. Right behind you.

Do you know how fast
you were going, miss?

I'm sorry, sheriff. I was testing
a new hybrid turbine engine,

and there was a surge in
the power cell.

- Aw... Yeah.
- It just got away from me.

I have a permit.

Well, then, little honey,

I may have to cite you
for disturbing the peace.

- Excuse me?
- Yeah.

If you want to file a sexual
harassment claim against me,

Sheriff Carter, then you
do that with Deputy Andy.

Okay? Hold on.

Sheriff Grab-Ass.

Yeah. Uh, this is a trip, isn't it?

You have to get up here now
so I can run some tests.

Yeah. Tell Carter I'm just
getting a little bit of payback.

I would, but he's being evaluated
by Warren Hughes in your body.

I'll be right there.
Uh, call me.

Drop dead.

Carter. C-A-R-T-E-R.

You look nervous, Mr. Donovan.

But your file says
you love rock climbing.

Oh, I do. Yeah.
I love it. Love it.

You need some more slack?

No. No. No. Tight is good.
Tight is good.

So, tell me. Have you noticed
any changes in your sleep patterns?

Like waking up
in another body, maybe!

Come again?

No, not really. No.

Sorry to interrupt, Warren.

Zane, the project we discussed,
it never arrived at the vault.

Right. Um...
It's on my to-do list.

We won't be much longer.

Well, just get it done.

Martha is going
to make sure you do.

Whoa!

Take it easy.
I said I'd do it.

Is that typical
behavior for her?

No!
Martha, take it easy.

Never do that again.

So, you're Zane?
Since when?

Since right before you
brushed your teeth this morning.

And Carter slipped into me. There's got
to be a better way to say that.

Um... Excuse me?

Hey, Jojo.

What's going on?

Uh, Jack has been experiencing
strange neural transfers.

First, with Fargo.
Now, with Zane.

Who was in the shower
with me this morning?

What?

Son of a bitch.
I knew he was touching.

No. He didn't. He didn't.

But he also didn't say
that he wasn't you.

Well, I was a perfect gentleman.

You didn't say
who you were either, Zane.

You didn't?

I thought I was dreaming.
He... He knew.

Where is he?

Down! Down!

We need help here.

- Warren, are you all right?
- It's my heart. It's...

Lie down. Lie down.

Are you having chest pain?

I have an ICD.

Ew. The birth control thing?

No. An Implantable
Cardioverter Defibrillator.

It delivers a jolt of
electricity to correct

arrhythmia during
stressful situations.

Yeah, like being chased by
a psychotic attack drone?

Give it a second.

That's better.

Oh. What in the world
got into her?

We are going to go find out.

Come on. Let's go fill out an
accident report. Safety first.

I'll talk to you later, Carter.

Oh. You told her?
Thanks, Zane.

You showered with my girlfriend.

You're lucky I didn't
punch myself in the face.

Don't push me, Six Pack,

or I'll pound another
bacon-cheese scone.

Another?

It's going to take me
a month to work that off!

Okay. Can the two of you
take this seriously, please?

We need to figure out what is
causing this. Not to mention this.

I wonder if there's a link.

Between what?

The accidents and us.

You know, first, the meat explosion,
and now, Martha.

It's the second time technology
has gone nuts in the last 24 hours.

Third. I pulled over a hottie
in a runaway test vehicle.

You may be hearing
from her attorney.

Oh, yeah? Or maybe
I'll just arrest myself

for impersonating
a police officer.

Oh, let's see how
that goes for you.

Whatever. We need to get
Henry to take a look at Martha.

Zane, are you all right?

No. Do I look all right?

I'm hideous. I'm half scarecrow,
half Andy Griffith.

Okay. We need to get both of
you down to the neurology lab

before there's permanent damage.

Or you get stuck like this.

Stuck like this?

Well, the good news is,
Zane's scans are normal.

Great. But I'm
still stuck in here.

And what's the bad news?

Jack's SPECT shows
a hyperactive axonal cluster.

Well, that can't be good.

It's an unusual concentration of
high-speed electrical impulses.

Well, Jack has been the
focal point of the swapping.

But what would cause
the cluster?

Well, it must be the Z waves.
I mean, the entire crew is sharing them,

and Jack's brain
is acting as an antenna.

If the neural
transfers continue,

then it'll cause
permanent brain damage.

Well, then, we're going to
have to operate to stop them.

Whoa. Brain surgery?

Sign me up. I don't want to
get stuck in this doughy body.

Okay, look. We don't
have time to argue.

Things are critical now.

I think we're going to have
to tell Warren what's going on.

Well, I only wish you
had come to me sooner.

- So do we.
- We had good intentions.

It sounds to me like your intentions
were to hide a major security threat

in order to save your jobs.

Well, if you're
splitting hairs...

Look, I appreciate that you
came forward with the truth.

But unfortunately,
it's a little too late.

After the surgery is completed

and you've stopped
whatever is causing this,

I regret to say, you're
all redacted. I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Zane?

Unfortunately.

Seeing you like this is
really awkward.

Tell me about it.
I have no abs at all.

How are you really feeling?

Uh...

Kind of nauseous.

I think it's the thought
of you getting naked with him.

I didn't get naked with him.
I got naked with you.

- Yeah, except Carter was in the cockpit.
- Okay, please.

Don't say cockpit.

Nothing happened.

But this is the way it starts.

- All right? Just like in the program.
- It's just...

Listen to me. I don't
care about programs.

I care about you. No matter
what body you're in.

That better be Zane in there.

In here.

This is not my fault. Okay?

Of course.

Let's drill into your brain,
shall we?

Oh, this day sucks.

Ow! Okay...

Maybe operating in your
current state of mind is a bad idea.

I'm fine.

What are those?

The haptic telepresence gloves
are like a steering wheel

for the nanoprobe
she's about to insert.

I'm going to drive the probe
through your brain

to the axonal cluster
and neutralize it.

Through... Okay...
Well, don't drive angry.

Laser-drill is in position.

Gloves are activated.
Let's get started.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
We're going to knock me out, right?

No, I need you to stay
awake and make sure

we don't do damage to your
brain during the procedure.

Oh, that's comforting.

And I don't want you to talk
unless I tell you to.

I need you
to be perfectly still.

Okay. No moving while you're
tooling around in my brain. Fair.

That fair enough.
Got it.

Okay. Let's get started.

- How are you feeling, Jack?
- Never better.

Okay. Almost there.

We're getting a spike
in the axonal cluster.

Jack, you can't...

Oh, no, no, no, no...

Jack?

Oh, crap.

Breathe easy, Jack. It's okay.

I'm probing my own brain, Allie.
It's so not okay.

Allison, do you want me
to disengage the gloves?

No. Leaving the probe there
could cause permanent damage.

We're going to have to
maneuver it out the way it came in.

But we don't know
what we're doing.

I'm going to guide you
through it. Okay?

Grace, if you could set up
the haptic telepresence readout

on the main monitor there.

That would be fantastic.
Jack, it's like a video game.

Okay? Now, use
your hands to pull

out the probe the
same way it went in.

Okay. So, it's like Operation.

Just don't touch the sides.

If that makes you
feel better, sure.

Okay. Jack, watch my hands.

Easy. Okay. You're doing...
You're doing great, Jack.

Allison, are you okay?

All things considered...

Uh-oh. Okay, maybe
no chit-chat?

Uh, sorry.

Okay, almost there.
That's it...

And you're out.

Thank God.
Allie, are you okay?

Who's Allie?

Kidding.
Jack, you did great.

That's so mean.

Yeah, well, I'm still
a little mad about that kiss.

That is so not my fault.
I swear, it's all about you.

Jack? We're not out
of the woods, yet.

We have to fix this.

I know.

We will.

Your boyfriend
out of surgery yet?

No. And you have to stop.

Sorry. It's just been
a really weird day.

You're the one who kissed me
with Carter's mouth.

I was... I was
caught up in the moment, I guess.

Zane, you have to know
how crazy it is

to be jealous of something with
Carter and me that never happened.

Yeah, but the thing is, it's not.

I've been digging into
the programming.

The virtual Eureka
we experienced in there,

it's based on predictive algorithms
from our own psychological profiles.

So, given the right set of circumstances,
you and Carter hooking up,

it's not just possible.
It's probable.

One of the circumstances was me
thinking that you were dead, right?

Right.

So, don't make me kill you, and
you have nothing to worry about.

Mmm.

You okay?

- My head hurts even more.
- Would you like your results?

Or your head, rather.

Really? I don't know
what this means.

Well, the data shows that the hyperactive
axonal cluster is serving as an antenna.

And it's not transmitting.
It's receiving.

From what?

Well, we don't know.

But the spike in the electrical
activity from each swap

is eroding the myelin sheath.

That doesn't sound good.

Jack, you could
suffer permanent damage

to your central nervous system.

Your brain is not the only thing

suffering from dangerous
spikes in electrical activity.

Jack, good call.

The other devices that malfunctioned
were all on the same Z wave frequency.

The re-locator, Martha,
and the Smart Car energy cell.

Have Fargo do an audit. Find out
what project or device is causing this.

Maybe it's the one he's been
telling Zane to shut down.

Good luck.
Oh, I don't like this.

- Check it out.
- I can't believe it.

You've been rebooting the
mainframe after I specifically told you

to mothball it?

What?

You told me to pursue it
and then report back to you.

That wasn't me.
That was Carter.

All right. Well, how was
I supposed to know that?

Look, the point is, it's been
slowly re-constructing the files

and I found something here.

- Take a look at this.
- What are those?

The mainframe has been tracking
the Z waves of the Astraeus crew,

or it's been trying to.

But it found one that's still
active inside the program.

Holly?

Yeah.

Fargo, she might
still be in there.

Jack, they're in here.
So is the mainframe.

Jack? Carter's inside
Allison now.

Phrasing. How many times?

So, if the program is doing
what I think it's doing,

we need to shut it down so that
they can get back to where they belong

before they can't.

Hey. No one told me
that you were out, yet.

Yeah, sorry. It got
a little hairy before...

with the body-swapping.

Yeah, about that.

And our kiss.

What about our kiss?

Oh, this matrix thing has
everyone acting nuts.

And I really want things
to be normal again.

So, I just, I think that we should
just be honest with each other.

You know, so we can move
past it and get on with our lives.

Honest about what, exactly?

Us. I mean, of course,
I've thought about it.

Why wouldn't I? You're my
best friend. You're attractive.

I'm really attractive.

I mean, I... It's not
that I want to pursue it.

You know, I just... Why act
like it's never crossed our minds?

I mean, haven't you ever
thought about it?

No. Not really.

Oh.

Well, I'm glad that
we cleared that up.

Okay.

When Zane rebooted the program,

it began searching
for missing files

which are, in this case,
the crew's brains.

It couldn't find us directly because
we're not hard-wired to it anymore.

And Jack, of all of you, was the only one
who was linked to the program wirelessly.

And it found him.

So, I'm a wi-fi hotspot.

Pretty much. Each Z wave
pattern it rebooted for,

the crew had to pass
through that router, you,

which caused the
temporary neural swaps.

If we shut down the program,
the anomalies stop.

Fargo, it's still
in the rebooting process.

If we shut down now, we could
lose access to all of the restored data,

- including Holly.
- I know.

Do it.

Ready?

Jack?

No. It's Allison. I'm back.
What happened?

Oh, no.

What happened?

He jumped up, took a
few steps, then collapsed.

- He's non-responsive.
- Jack! Jack! Jack!

Well, he's alive, but his
synapses are misfiring.

And his EEG
is all over the place.

What does that mean exactly?

Well, if our brains are like hard drives,
then Jack's is corrupted,

and it's about to
crash permanently.

And if that happens,
we could lose him.

Can you reboot him?

The way my implant does
for my arrhythmia?

The nanoprobe. If we
recalibrate the charge...

We can send a small electrical jolt to
the cluster and neutralize the anomaly.

Okay.

That should do it.
We're running out of time.

- I'm in.
- The EEG is still erratic.

Delivering charge.
Now.

Okay.

Pulling out.

Jack. Jack, come on.
Come back to me, please.

Come on, love. It's Allie.

Come on, Jack.

Jack, is that you in there?

It's me.

I'm here.

There's a happy ending, huh?

Definitely.

Things do seem prone
to go wrong around here,

but you guys have a knack for
making everything turn out right.

We have an amazing crew.
It's a team effort.

I noticed that.

Which is why I've reconsidered
my decision to redact the crew.

If anything, the last 24 hours
have shown me

just how prepared you are
to resume your duties.

Oh, Warren. That's a
great relief. Thank you.

Everyone except Fowler.
That kid has issues.

He needs some time off.

He's not the only one.

Oh. Tell me about it.

I've been trying
too hard, Henry,

to fix things.
To get back to normal.

But I think I need
some time off, too.

From all of it.
Being here.

I love you. But, um... I think
I need to go away for a while.

Margherita pizza for Allison.
And for you, sheriff,

barbecue-bacon-blue-cheese burger
with beer-batter curly fries. Enjoy.

Thanks, Vince.

Turns out I can
eat burgers again.

I'm just glad that you're
feeling like yourself again.

Mmm. Come here.

Jack... There's something
I need to say to you.

Yeah, I need to say
something to you, too.

When I was lying there,
and my brain was fading,

and the thoughts were
just being stripped away,

the ones that I clung to

were of you and the kids.

I never want to go through
that loss again. Ever.

I want to start building
memories with you.

Forever. Starting now.

So...

Jack, what are you doing?

I know this is the wrong place.

And I know that
this is the wrong time.

But I don't want to wait
any longer.

Yeah. Allison...

Will you marry me?

And I also know that this is
a beer-battered potato ring.

But, uh...
people are staring.

So, what do you say?

I say yes.

Way to go, sheriff.

Champagne for everyone.