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Author's Chapter Notes:

Not done with "Promos" yet, but I wanted to go ahead and post this because I know I'll have time to finish it (My school decided to have its fall break during the US elections).  "Promos" has been very fun thus far and I love experimenting with the promos themselves.  It'll also be a prominent chapter for Brent...

Also, for those of you who read soon after this was originally posted, I rewrote it slightly to get rid of instances of the word "qu*er", a homophobic slur that Todd often calls others.  While the use of that word is in-character for probably one of the most infuriating characters on planet Earth, the last thing I want to do is make the readership uncomfortable with the usage of the word.  My sincerest apologies.

Enjoy!

“Right now, this is just a job.  If I advance any higher in this company then this would be my career.  And uh, well, if this were my career, Id have to throw myself in front of a train.” — Jim Halpert


The day after Jim and Pam’s dinner, they attended the investor’s meeting at Athlead.  It was the first time he’s been at Athlead, and he was shocked at how nice it looked.  Jim had a blast reuniting with all of his college friends, and they all grabbed drinks after the meeting was over, while Pam hung out and ordered room service for Jim and herself.  In the meeting, though, he was with a crowd full of surprisingly big names, at least big local names in Philly that invested.  Jim’s marketing expertise was put to use, extrapolating on ways to market themselves now that they have been bought out; as beneficial as this buyout is for Athlead, the parent company needs to be reassured that their purchase doesn’t go to waste.  Pam, despite being one of the core investors herself, said practically nothing.  She instead just looked at her husband as he spoke, beaming with pride, him noticing and flashing a smile of his own.  Their last day consisted of them seeing the sights, ending with Jim playing his guitar for Pam back at their hotel room; the sight was both romantic because of how loving the gesture was, and fascinating because she got to see Jim Samtanko in his final form.


Jim’s therapist had the perfect term for what Jim was dealing with: career dissatisfaction.  The tedium of staying in one position for years and never reaching his full potential had put a strain on him mentally, causing him to stress himself out and believing that he’s meant to work there and nowhere else.  The revelation compounded the guilt Pam was already feeling; Jim reassured her that they’re moving forward, together, as a family, and that’s all that matters now.  The rest of his recovery went amazingly, the cherry on top being Cece’s third birthday on March 4th.  She’s a big girl now, and her parents couldn’t be happier.  A week later, Jim began working as a sales rep at Dunder Mifflin Scranton once more, comforted in the knowledge that he’ll eventually leave this job.


The couple made a promise to each other while job hunting: to find something that they love and want to do and pursue it.  The only rule?  No settling.  Yes, it has to be within reason, but there’s no way that Pam is going to put Jim’s dreams by the wayside anymore.  He is everything, and that’s what he deserves.  And the kids?  They need to see their parents pursue their dreams so they can be inspired to do the same when they get older.


Jim and Pam’s searches are going to pay off, sooner than they believe.


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The Halperts started searching on Jim’s first Wednesday back… but not before Dwight entered the office in a very Schrute outfit.  (Creed noticed he got new glasses.)


“Dwight, what a ridiculous, fancy clown you are,” Erin complimented.


“I am dressed according to the Schrute codes of mourning,” he announced, Erin’s face falling, “My aunt Shirley has died.”


“Oh, Dwight, I’m so sorry,” Pam said genuinely, “Were you guys close?”


“I would say that she raised me, but let’s not kid each other.  I raised myself.  She was, however, the closest thing I had to a mother.”  His mother was the closest thing he had to an aunt.


“My condolences,” Jim said sadly.


“Keep them,” Dwight retorted bluntly.


Jim accepted that as a natural response.  “Now, what do we got in these two pails?” he asked.


“In keeping with Schrute custom,” Dwight continued, “I will either invite you to tomorrow’s funeral by sprinkling red, fertile dirt in your face.  Or, I will ask you to keep a respectful distance during my time of grief, with a dusting of black, slightly acidic soil.”


He started with Erin: Black soil.

Phillys: Black soil.

Kevin: Black soil.  Kevin tasted it, so he knows.

Oscar: Black soi— “Oh, thank God.”  That remark alone got him the red dirt out of spite.

Meredith: Black soil.

Angela: Black soil.

Creed: Black soil.  He managed to dodge it.

Clark: Black soil in his coffee.

Darryl: Black soil.

Stanley: Black soil.

Nellie: Black soil.

Pete: Black soil.  “Well, not the weirdest day I’ve had here,” he told Brent with soil still on his face.

Toby: Black soil.

And then there’s Jim, who was nervous either way.


“I’m sure... I’m sure she’s in a better place,” Jim said, wanting to avoid the dirt.


“I really hope so,” he admitted almost threateningly as he threw the black soil straight to his right, hitting Pam square in the cheek.  She can’t help but stifle a giggle.


And then he grabbed some of Jim’s coffee and tried to make a black soil ball.  Jim told him it’s not possible, but he cried to gain sympathy.  Jim accepted his fate as he’s hit in the face and shirt with muddied coffee.


Dwight leaned in and whispered, “Good luck with the job search.”


“Thank you,” Jim quietly replied, wiping the dirt off him.


The ceremony ended with him busting into Andy’s office and moving the pail so a bunch of Black soil hit him.


Andy was none too pleased, “Dwight, what the hell?!”


Dwight didn’t respond and walked out of the office saying “Farewell.”  The camera panned over and zoomed in on Jim, who’s gotten all the dirt off of his face.


All he said to Brent was, “Good to be back.”


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“Theres a bright, golden haze on the meadow,

A bright, golden haze on the meadow.

The—”


Mose’s dulcet cover of Gordon MacRae’s ‘Oh, What a Beautiful Morning’ is interrupted by Zeke, pulling up to Dwight’s porch on his motorcycle, ready to pick them both up.


“Are you going?” Dwight asks Mose.


“Will there be ghosts there?” the cousin responds.


Dwight just sighs as he and Zeke argue about who gets the sidecar, the argument ending with both of them on the motorcycle.


They arrive at the gravesite, Dwight finding Oscar.  “What are you doing here?” Dwight asks him.


“You invited me,” Oscar reminds him, “You threw the red dirt in my face.”


“Oh, yeah,” Dwight smirks.


Oscar wants to leave until he sees a Mustang.  “Who is that?”


“Jeb, my brother.”


“You have a brother?”


“Uh-huh.”


One Jebediah Schrute makes his grand entrance, him almost running over the grave itself with a suped-up car (it’s a rental).  Dwight is, surprisingly, happy to see Jeb, embracing him tightly and then roughhousing with him.  Zeke smiles at the two brothers reuniting, while Oscar looks on, a forced smile hiding his fear.


As the German Minister commenced the funeral, Jeb and Dwight have a brief argument about the soil since it’s not fertile.  Jeb insists that it’s crap soil, and Dwight says that’s the point because it’ll prevent zombies.


“Would the family care to say something?” the Minister asks.


Dwight steps forward.  “You had black hair and then gray hair.”


Then Zeke.  “You were the aunt to my cousins.  Most of your life you were five-foot-four, at the end, you were five-foot-one.”


Oscar realizes that the Schrutes are descriptive people.


Arrives Dwight’s sister, Frances Schrute, with her son Cameron.  Oscar comments on her beauty; Zeke doesn’t see it.


“Hello, little man,” Dwight greets his nephew happily, “Haven’t seen you in a few years.”  Cameron offers a handshake, but a very weak one.  “What is this?  Oh, God.  Wha—” Fannie just gets Dwight to stop.


Enter Henry Bruegger in his truck, his five daughters sitting in the trunk… one of them catching Dwight’s eye.


“I see Esther’s back in town,” Dwight says.


“Hi, Dwight,” she greets.


“Hi, Esther,” Dwight greets back, “Nice of you to come today.”


“This was on the way.  We’re going into town after.  I need yarn.”


“Well, if you can snap two chicken necks with a single motion, why use two motions to slaughter those chickens.”  Fannie has to remind him that he’s at a funeral.


Henry, to pay respects, says this: “Shirley, at 1,600 acres, you have the largest farm in the area.  Sharing borders with six other farms.  Including my own farm.  And your nephew Dwight’s.”  And with that, he’s off.


Long ago, due to an unlucky streak of burying some heavy sleepers, the Schrutes decided it was best to ensure their dead were completely dead… with a shotgun.  Out of kindness.


As soon as Dwight starts firing, Oscar decides to bolt.


Shirley, in her video will, expresses how disappointed she is in Fannie, a single mother, and Jeb, a pot farmer.  With that, she wills the two of them and Dwight… her farm.


Dwight takes it all in.  Her farm.  She willed him and his siblings sixteen hundred acres of farmland.  He sees this as an amazing opportunity… while his siblings know what this means, and are shaking in their designer shoes.


Dwight is, naturally, gung ho about the idea, but Fannie has no intention of moving back.  The farm lacks a certain… sophistication that her and her son are drawn to.


Brent — who decided to be here because he just… had to see this for himself — asks Fannie a question that he already knew the answer to.


“Yes, I— thank you for asking me.  I actually have written a little bit of poetry.  That’s crazy.  And, I was recently published.”  Hartford-womens-lit-quarterly.com.  “A Willing Ignorance” by Fannie Schrute.


Jeb — despite comparing his own family to a fart — decides to stay a couple of nights.  Fannie is still opposed, but Dwight makes her say yes on “one”.  She doesn’t but Zeke says “Absolutely!”


“Growing up with Dwight and Mose was not easy,” Zeke admits to Brent, “Uh, Dwight was obviously the cool one.  And, Mose was the visionary.  Which left me to be the comedian.”  Brent knew it was against the rules, but he texted this priceless exchange he had with Zeke to Jim.


Later, Dwight uses the power of nostalgia to get through to Fannie, with the Schrutes and Brueggers playing The Decemberists’ ‘Sons and Daughters’.  He knows that nostalgia is truly one of the great human weaknesses (second only to the neck).


Fannie, kinda getting into it, notices something as they played on.  An old Schrute custom is in play.  “If a man is interested in courting a woman, he may throw the beaks of a crow at her,” she explains, “And then, if she’s interested in accepting the courtship, she has to destroy the beaks.”


Dwight sets the beaks in front of Esther… and she crushes them under her boot.


That night, Dwight shows Cameron how to farm.  He teaches him to grab eggs from killer chickens and milking goats.  Despite Cameron’s lack of knowledge in farming and his inability to tell a cow from a goat, he must admit… it was fun.  It was fun to teach him how to do these things, even though he sucks at them.  It makes him long for a son, someone to pass on his knowledge to.


What Dwight doesn’t realize is he’s already met his son.


As far as Cameron goes, he has potential, but if he doesn’t put in some farm time, he’s gonna stay like that.  Fannie doesn’t care.


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Out of everything in life, Pam hates art theft the most.  But the runner-up is Todd Finch Packer.  Or as he calls himself “Todd Fudge Packer”, because he can’t go five damn seconds without being the most offensive person on the planet.


To her, Jim is everything a man should be, while Packer is the complete antithesis: he’s crude, crass, annoying, uncouth, perverted, racist, sexist, misogynistic, homophobic, downright repugnant, and just the most flawed human being she has EVER met.  Honestly, Michael could sometimes be anything on this list but 1) it was never all at the same time, and 2) it was never meant out of malice.  Thank God Holly was there to turn Michael from a man-child to the goofball everyone knows and loves.


She can feel Todd’s presence like a dark, alcohol-and-feces scented cloud emitting out of nowhere.  She decides to ignore the warning sign, but then he greets Erin.


“Hey, Moonface.  Nice to see those shiny, little Chinese eyes of yours.”


Oh, God no.


Jim and Pam look at each other with what could only be described as unmitigated fear.


Clark walks from the copier over to Pam and asks, “Who’s this guy?”


The only word she can conjure is “Bad.”


The Halperts are not alone in their fear.  The rest of the office is immediately suspicious, with Erin holding the phone ready to call Hank.


“Okay, let’s get right to it, I guess,” Todd begins, “My name is Todd Packer and I am in recovery.  I’m working the steps.  I’m on step eight of Alcoholics Anonymous and step nine of Narcotics Anonymous.  I’m here to make amends.  I’ve been hard to deal with over the past years.  Kind of a jerk.  I know it.”  Jim looks at the camera because that’s the natural response to this.  “I don’t need you to accept my apology, but I’d love it if you did.”


Kevin does, and everyone vehemently disagrees.  However, Todd goes about a certain way of doing this.


First, Jim.  “Jim, I have constantly called you gay.  But you know what?  You are gay… for your wife.”  The camera pans over to Pam, already done.  “And that is a beautiful thing.  I’m sorry that I’ve insulted you all these years.  Keep on tappin’ that in holy matrimony.”  Jim just looks down as if to say ‘Yup.’


Then there’s Pam.  “Speaking of which, Pam-Pam and her pam-pams.  Wow, I have said some crude things about those.  But, they are beautiful.  And, I guess that’s why I acted out.  Pam, I’m sorry I objectified you.  And, personified your breasts.  Sorry, guys!”  Pam is not amused.


Next up: Phyllis (and others).  “Oh boy.  I have not been nice to you.”  She rolls her eyes.  “Philly, I’m sorry for the things I said about your size.  To your face, behind your back, and in the form of drawings.  Actually, that goes to all you double XLs.  Stanley, Kevin,” he points to Clark, “this kid in a few years.”


“Todd, you’re just saying insults in the form of an apology,” Pam astutely points out.  But the apologies are part of it, the big thing is making amends; he stopped by the Steamtown Mall and bought the office a bunch of cupcakes from that store Nibbles (mispronounced by Todd as “Nipples”).


As he hands them out, Pam says nothing… until she notices that Jim’s cupcake is red velvet, his favorite, and fearing for his husband’s life she stops everyone.  “Hey, hey, guys.  Wait.  Before we accept these cupcakes, I think we need to have a conversation privately in the conference room.  Don’t eat the cupcake.”  Kevin is sorely disappointed.


When they are gathered, Pam begins, “I don’t think we should eat Packers’ cupcakes.”


“She’s right,” Jim mentions, “We can’t give him the satisfaction.”


“I agree,” Phyllis says, “Even though that place has a way of making those cupcakes so they’re dense, but, they’re also really fluffy…”  The temptation is real.


“Guys, we can’t let him buy our forgiveness with cupcakes,” Pam retorts, “He was awful to us!  And, he still is!”


“How much is a cupcake?” Jim asks, “Like, 2.50?  Is that the price of our dignity?”


“3.75 a cupcake, actually.  3.67 if you buy a dozen,” Creed responds.  He never forgets numbers, that’s why he’s an accountant.


Meanwhile, Todd walks into the annex and finds Pete.  “Oh hey,” the latter greets, “I’m Peter.”


“I’m Todd,” he says cordially (well, for Todd Packer), “Sorry for calling you a discount Justin Bieber lookin’ gay earlier.”


“...You didn’t call me that,” Pete points out, “In fact, this is the first time we’ve spoken.”


“No?  Wow.  I’m in this mode now where I’m apologizing for thoughts that are in my head, to people I don’t even know!”  Pete gives him the fakest smile to try and shrug it off.  “Hey.  I have a crazy feeling that you are really gonna like this.”  He slides the cupcake on his desk.


“Huh, coconut,” Pete points out, “Thank you.”  Todd gives him an appreciative smile… well what one could assume is an appreciative smile, anyway.


The discussion continues back in the conference room.  “Maybe we should eat the cupcakes,” Stanley points out, his taste buds kicking in, “Haven’t we done enough to Packer?  I mean, we sent him down to Florida on a prank.  And you did fire him,” he mentions, pointing to Nellie.


“I did, I did, yes,” she admits, “And it was purely political.  He did nothing wrong.”


However, Pam wisely points out that it’s only because the cupcakes are high-quality ones from Nibbles, and they all agree to steer clear.  With Phyllis’ declaration of “Packer can go to hell”, the matter was settled.


Before Todd departs, he makes his last round of apologies, lastly to Meredith for screwing her (she’s not sorry, but he is, because it was an all-time low).


As Pam and Angela try to distract Kevin from the cupcake with the Bond movie Skyfall, Todd takes his leave… and Pete suddenly bursts from the kitchen.


“Is he gone?” Pete asks, breathing heavily.  Everyone, looking confused, nods.  “Did anyone eat their cupcake?”  They shake their heads.  “Thank God.”  And everyone’s eyes widen.


“When this Packer guy gave me the cupcake, two thoughts came to mind,” he tells the other interviewer, “First, this guy looks like he snorts coke off a prostitute and calls it “Tuesday”, and second, I hate coconut.  So, with that in mind, I investigated further and as it turns out, he carefully carved the frosting from the top” he then shows off his cupcake with something inside of it, “and layered the cupcake with a variety of drugs.”  He just shakes his head in disbelief, “Just another day at the office!”


“Took me six hours,” Todd reveals to that interviewer out in the parking lot, “There’s a variety of drugs.  Some legal, some not.  Some laxative, some constipating.  And yes, I am going through a twelve-step program.  I'm currently on step zero… which is “Have a ****load of fun”.  You don’t fire the Pack-Man… and expect to get away with it,” he says while sitting on the trunk of his car.


All of the cupcakes are thrown away with Pam holding the wastebasket.


“Wow, so we’ve learned that Todd Packer is officially the worst human being,” Jim points out, “Who knew?”


“Guys, I’m proud of us,” Pam commends with a smile, “We did the right thing.”


Kevin angrily gets out of his chair and marches to the exit.


“Wait, Kevin, where are you going?” Pam asks.


He turns around, a righteous fury in his eyes, “I was cheated, Pam!  We were all cheated out of a delicious cupcake!  And I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not going to stand here and be cheated!  I’m going to Nibbles.”


“I’m joining him!” Phyllis stands up in solidarity, “We did the right thing, so I wanna reward.”


Stanley joins in, “That goes double for me.  Two cupcakes.”


“Do cupcakes really matter this much?” Pam asks, exacerbated.


Kevin looks at her in disgust, “Are you even American?”


“Guys,” Jim stands up himself, “You do realize this is a workplace where we conduct business, right?  We can’t just drop everything to get cupcakes.  Besides, Andy’s our boss, if anything this is his decision.”


Andy, with a thankful smile, strolls next to Jim, “Thank you, Tuna.”


“Of course.”


“And I say… road trip to Steamtown Mall, let’s get some cupcakes!”  The Halperts just look at each other while everyone else around them cheers.


Pam leans over his desk with a playful smile, “Guess you’re gonna get that red velvet cupcake after all.”


“Guess so,” he says, smiling back at her.


Nibbles is now bustling with business as the employees get themselves one (or two, or a whole dozen) cupcakes.


Andy sees Erin sitting by herself, lost in thought, and he joins her.


“Hello, muh dear,” Andy sweetly tells her.


“Hey,” she responds, sweetly but hesitantly.


Andy notices her hiding something.  “Hey, if this is about recording over Glee, I have a—”


“I saw the application.”


Andy is shaken, “What?”


“The admissions director job at Cornell.  I saw your application.”


This gives him pause.  He didn’t want to go for it without her input.  He knows she’s hesitant about going with him to Cornell, but she should give it a chance.  It is awesome!


“Erin, listen, I wasn’t going to do anything without talking to you first.”


She smiles sadly and grabs his hand, “I know.  And I trust you.  But… to be perfectly honest, I don’t want to move to Cornell.  It doesn’t seem like my home.”


“Are you… are you giving me an ultimatum?”


“No, I’m not,” she says, shaking her head, “I’m telling you that it’s your home.  You’re gonna be a lot happier there than you are here.  You should go for it.”


“But… what’ll happen to us?”


She’s silent, biting her lips, trying to compose herself.  He already knew the answer.


Andy still needs to know, “What’re we gonna do now?”


She shrugs and answers honestly, “I don’t know.”


They sit there in silence, eating their cupcakes.


Meanwhile, Jim meets Pam at a table with his cupcake, sitting across from her.


“So, I wanted to run something by you,” Pam says.


“What about?” he says while chewing through his first bite.


“That dinner after we met Dr. J got me thinking and… I think I wanna go back to Pratt.”


Jim was pleasantly surprised, “Really?” 


“Not for graphic design, though.  Traditional art.”


“Did you run this by anyone else?”


“Mom, Penny, and Nellie.”


“What about the mural?” Jim asks.


“Nellie said she’ll find someone else.”


“I’m sorry,” he says, “I know you put a lot of time into that.”


“Honestly, I’ve lost the motivation to finish it,” Pam admits, “As it turns out, painting a mural about the history of paper isn’t all that fun.”


“Well, speaking of New York, I found a Vice President of Marketing position available.”


Pam gasps, elated, “Really?”


“Yup.”


“Ooh, fancy title.  What company?”  He hands them his phone and she reads it aloud, “Vice President of Marketing at” her face begins to fall when she reads off the company’s name, “…Dunder Mifflin Paper Company.”  She looks back at him intently, “No.”


“Pam—”


“No, we’ve been over this,” she says in her firm-but-fair voice, “I’m not allowing you to settle just for me.  That’s not happening.”


“Pam… this isn’t me settling.”  Her eyes begin to widen, understanding that he’s serious.  “I think I really wanna go for this.”


Pam is ten types of confused, “Didn’t you say you’d rather be hit by a train than advance in Dunder Mifflin?”


“I did, didn’t I?” Jim admits with a smirk, “I mean, David Wallace and I have a strong professional friendship so that’s a foot in the door.  I can do what I’m passionate about and get home at a reasonable hour.  I’m still gonna get the perks of being the co-founder of Athlead.  And I’m not sure how crazy this sounds, but… I think I actually like this company.”


“Out of your mouth?” Pam points out, “Yes, that does sound crazy.”


“I guess it’s more the people in it rather than the company itself if I’m being honest.”


She thinks back to the Office Olympics.  The Fire Games.  The Beach Games.  The Company Picnic.  Even recently with the Work Bus.  As much as he likes to shrug off and be embarrassed by his coworkers, he does care about them and loves to just have fun with them.  Hell, even after saying that they were all in a working office, he still joined Andy and the others for cupcakes.


“Besides, if it wasn’t for this company, I wouldn’t have everything I’ve always wanted.”


“Really?”


“Yeah,” he looks at Pam with a smile, “I’m looking at her.”


Pam couldn’t help but get verklempt, “Such a dork.”  He chuckles as she keeps herself from crying.  She reaches over and grabs his hands, “Is this really what you want?”


“It’s what I want,” he responds with love in his eyes, “for all of us.”  The two brightly smile at each other as they finish their cupcakes.


Their path is set, and all they have to do now is follow it.


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It’s the next day when a friend calls the office.


“Dunder Mifflin, this is Erin.”

“Hey, Erin, its Darryl.”

“Darryl!”

“Todd Packer dropped by Athlead today and gave me this, cupcake?  I was making sure—”

“Don’t eat it.”

“Are you sure?  Because he seemed sincere—”

“Darryl… don’t.  Eat.  The cupcake.”

“Gotcha.”


With that, Darryl hangs up the phone and throws the cupcake in his wastebasket.


Later that day, on Schrute farms, Cameron gives Dwight a proper handshake before he leaves.  Jeb notices how much of a beast Shirley’s farm is, and the farmer has a hell of a job to do.


Jeb?  “Not it.”


Fannie?  “Not it.”


Dwight?  “...It.”

 

Chapter End Notes:

I've made a self-imposed rule while writing this story: anything Schrute related stays intact and how it was in canon.  So everything in this story pertaining to Dwight remains the same.  Zeke's quote about growing up with Dwight and Mose is just... magical.

The cupcake plot is both the same and different.  First major difference: Jim and Pete.  Neither were in the office at the time (Jim was in Athlead and Pete was... elsewhere), so with them both being here, it results in the radically different ending.  I also wanted to write specialized insults for both of them because, knowing Todd, any man remotely conventionally good-looking is automatically gay.  Also, Pete intervening was always part of the plan, since he seems to be a curious tinkerer and Lord knows he needs to see some of DM Scranton's insanity first-hand.

Spoilers: they eat the cupcakes in-canon.  I hate I couldn't use the scene with Kevin and Andy high of their asses, but it's for the sake of the plot.

The second major difference was the Steamtown Mall scene.  Yes, Andy and Erin are through.  It was bound to happen, but I wanted to handle it with care; I love both of these characters a lot, and they will be happy, just not with each other.  Hopefully I did their relationship here justice, instead of S9's awful execution of it.  As far as JAM goes, I've always wanted Pam to get an art degree before she became a freelance artist, it would help hone her craft and give her the upmost confidence to do what he loves.  As for Jim?  To be honest, I just hope his feelings regarding staying with DM come off as genuine here.  I mean, he's never liked it there, but given the work he does, yeah I'd want to move on, too.  But I also wanted him to have a moment here of "It's what you do, not where you are", if that makes sense.  And in a large part, that's true.

The JAM plot points were actually inspired by a story on this website.  I want to give kudos to Comfect and their 81-chapter epic "Date Line".  It's an amazing story that reimagines the post-Casino Night Australia trip and the entirety of S3.  A long read and absolutely worth it. 

NEXT TIME: Several promos for the doc are released!  Angela, amongst the others, are terrified of what they caught and what they're going to air.  Her and Oscar scramble to save the Senator's reputation, Nellie has a plan, and Pam has her final encounter with Brian.  Meanwhile, Dwight needs Clark's help regarding a transaction, Erin and Andy deal with their split, Phillies first baseman Ryan Howard stops by Athlead (Eat Fresh), and Jim meets up with David in a meeting that will determine his path going forward...


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