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- Previously
on "Fantasy Island"...

Come on.
Let's get ready, Mr. Jones.

I'm Elena Roarke.

Smiles, everyone.

And this is my island.

- Ruby and Mel Akuda,
this is Miss Elena Roarke.

- I swear the sun
feels different here.

- You know, if you're here,

it's because
there's a reason for it.

- Her fantasy is to make
her feel healthy again.

- Your tattoo--
what made you choose it?

I truly believe the island
was speaking to you.

I would like to invite you
to stay on Fantasy Island.

- So what happens now?

- The unexpected.

- Everyone needs
friends, Elena.

- But I have you.
I have Mr. Jones.

I am all good
in the friends department.

- Is there a man in your life?
- I am married to my work.

- I'd just like you to admit
that we had a moment.

- So you wanted me
to want you.

- No, I wanted to spend time
with you,

get to know you, talk--
I swear.

- I think you met someone,
but you're afraid to tell me

because you don't want
to hurt me.

So what's her name?

- I'm Gina Delgado,
the island doctor,

at your service.

- You ever been married?
- I was engaged once.

My fiancé was named James.
I was so in love.

- You chose the island?
- I hurt my own fiancé.

- You didn't kill him.
- But I broke his heart.

Like my great uncle
before me,

I make fantasies come true.

- Whoo-hoo!

- You reveal
your deepest desire,

and the island
makes it come true.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

- Okay, now picture this.

Sleigh bells ringing,
French horn, French--

- Mm-hmm.

- Business dad has his kids
on the laptop

opening presents,
and we end with our tagline.

"If you can't have Christmas
at home, have it at Holmes."

- Why isn't business dad

at home
with his kids on Christmas?

- Families are apart
during the holidays sometimes.

It's just the reality.

- We're not selling reality.
We sell happy Christmas.

Happy Christmas
is sparkly snow,

sparkly hot chocolate,
sparkly families together

at one of our
sparkly hotel locations.

- Okay, okay, okay.
You--you heard the boss.

New creative
and make it sparkly.

- Okay, got it.

- Sorry if I was short.

I just-
I've been really stressed.

This time of year
is really hard for me.

I need a reset.
I need a happy Christmas.

- Then run away with me.

- Richard,
we don't do holidays.

- But we could.
It could be a new thing.

I could see us
being serious, committed,

all that good stuff.

- I'm sorry, Richard,

I really am,

but I already have plans
this holiday.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- All right, Mr. Jones,
let's go greet our guests.

♪ ♪

- Christmas!
- Christmas?

- Yes,
it's just around the corner!

- Ah, yeah, it's practically
upon us again.

- So what do we do around here
when Santa comes to town?

You know,
do we have a party planned?

- No, most of the staff
goes back to their families,

off the island,

and the rest of us
are still working that day.

So, technically, yeah,
Ruby, we don't do much.

- Ugh, what?
Oh, come on!

Really, there's no party?

- Well, it's just not a-a thing
that happens here.

- All right.
Okay.

Yeah, you know, it's just
my first Christmas away,

and Mel and I--

we had so many traditions
with the kids, so...

- And you want to make
some new ones here.

- Yeah.

- All right, you know what?
Have at it.

- Really?
- Just plan away.

- Ooh!
- But no ugly sweaters, please.

- Noted.

♪ ♪

- Allison Holmes also has
the holiday on her mind.

Three years ago, she took over
her family's business,

and now she's the CEO
of the Holmes Hotels chain.

- Oh.
* At home at Holmes ♪

Yeah, right?
- Yeah, yep.

She's come to us to celebrate
a perfect Christmas.

Unlike you, I guess she's
never had a happy holiday.

- Oh.
- And Dr. Maya Powell--

she is here to solve a mystery,

although I am not
quite sure what it is yet.

- That's a thing?

- This time of year,
we get a lot of surprises.

I don't care for it.

- Oh, I bet.

- Ms. Holmes, Dr. Powell,
welcome to Fantasy Island.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Aww.

What a nice dog.

Oh.

- Well, I'm your host,
Elena Roarke,

and this is my associate Ruby.
- Hi!

- We are delighted
to have you with us.

- Thank you.

- All right, ladies,
if you'll come with me,

we'll get you situated, okay?

Right this way.

- What?
- Oh, nothing.

- You got another client
pickup later.

Don't forget.
- I won't forget.

No, I'm not a forgetter.

In fact, I haven't forgot
about the question I asked you.

- You ask me so many questions,
you know, every single day,

and they all blend together,
so, yeah, bye.

- Bye.

- Growing up,
I knew what was expected of me.

Our family's
big on expectations.

So I always knew I was
gonna take over the company,

and I wanted to.

It was the most important thing

you could possibly do,
I thought.

- You are speaking
her language.

- And do you still
feel that way?

- I feel...

Tired.

You know,
I went to school for this,

I fought my brother
and sister for this.

I thought I was the only one
who could protect the brand.

- But now?

- I sell family, joy,
love, sparkle-sparkle,

but in my own life,
I've never had any of that.

I--

My childhood was cold.

Photo ops, not feelings.

I don't remember having
one truly merry Christmas.

Just once,
I want to experience that.

Have you ever seen one

of those festive channel
Christmas movies?

- Those?
Oh, my goodness.

Yeah, they are so silly.

I mean, half the time
there's not even real snow.

- I love them.

- Absolutely, yes!

I mean, they are--they are
very not, um--not silly, no.

- This Christmas,
I want to live in one.

That's my fantasy.

I know it's glossy
and sugary and silly even,

but everyone in those movies
loves each other.

They root for each other.
They're happy.

- In your movie,
I think it's best

that we let you be you...
- Oh.

- This beautiful,
successful lady

from the big city
that is stressed

from the demands of her
successful big-city life,

and then for some reason,
you find yourself snowbound

in this small town
over the holiday.

- A really tiny town

that's unnaturally obsessed
with Christmas?

- They truly understand
the magic of the season.

You know, and maybe

there's even
a charming old landmark inn.

- That's run
by a lovable family

with a super-sweet grandpa,
and they do something

special every year
that makes Christmas amazing?

- And then there's the guy.
- The guy?

Oh!
Mr. Right.

- There is always a Mr. Right
hidden in plain view.

- Rugged, good with his hands.

- Strong, quiet, self-assured.

- Plaid flannel?
- Mm.

- Good hair?
- Mm-hmm.

Unlucky in love,

until the arrival
of the main character,

which in this case...
will be you.

- Hey, you are a fan
of these movies.

- Huge, huge fan.

I believe I hear
the sleigh bells

jingling over that way.

-
- Yay.

- Okay.

- Now, this door will take you

to your festive channel
Christmas, Allison.

You know what?
Maybe I'll go with you--

make sure that everything turns
out just the way you want it.

- Oh, great.
- Good.

- Okay.
- Okay.

♪ ♪

- Wow.

♪ ♪

- Not bad.

- Look at all the snow globes!

- Welcome
to the Snow Globe Inn.

- Thank you!

- You got in
just before the big snow.

Let's get you checked in.

Ms....?
- Oh, Holmes, Allison Holmes.

- I'm gonna put you down
for three nights.

I'm betting that the roads
out of the valley won't be open

until the day after Christmas.

- And I'm betting
you're right about that.

- We are so glad to have you
with us, Ms. Allison Holmes.

- Well, thank you.

- And here is
your hot chocolate.

- Oh!

- Do you take
tiny marshmallows?

- Yes, I take
tiny marshmallows.

Yeah!

- And here is
my plucky

and precocious
granddaughter Hillary.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- You're so pretty.
- Oh.

- Is this your bag?

- Oh, whoa.
I guess it is.

Oh. Ooh.

- Ooh, heavy.

My uncle Jake
will have to do it.

- Your uncle Jake?
- He has lots of muscles.

He can lift anything.

This place is amazing.
- I'm glad you like it.

Boy, you got the last room
in the house.

- I did?
- Yes.

- How lucky for me.
- Best time of the year.

- Oh, yeah.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Okay, so I figured we could do

a, like,
secret-Santa-type thing.

- Secret Santa.
which one is that?

-
See, I don't know how someone

who barely acknowledges
Christmas

can be so
into those silly movies.

- Okay, it's--
it's James' fault.

- Oh, so ex-fiancé James

was a cheesy-Christmas-movie
person.

- He had all kinds
of holiday traditions,

and cheesy Christmas movies
were on top of the list.

The cheesier,
the better, actually.

And they became our tradition.

- Aw, so you do get it.

Because, you know, Mel and me--

we held down
the Akuda family Christmas

for 51 years.

You know, the good things
in a family don't just happen.

You know, there's always
someone in there

planning their hearts out

just so everyone
can look back at a thing

and remember it.

- All right, you win.

How do we play
this, uh, secret Santa?

- We take down the names
of everyone

who's here over the holiday.
- Okay.

- Then we put them in the hat.

The name that you pull,
that's who you get a gift for.

- Nope, you can take Javier
off the list.

Uh, he doesn't do Christmas.

- No, no, no, no, see, I've had
some hard cases in my time,

so I'll see
what I can do with Javier.

- Mm, good luck with that one.

And, of course, uh,
Gina should be on the list.

- Well, you know,
I was thinking maybe just,

like, a staff kind of thing.

- Mm-mm,
she should be on the list.

- Yeah.

- And she happens
to be here today

doing some routine check-ups,

so, uh, you should go and catch
her before she leaves.

- Oh.

- I will meet Dr. Powell
on my own.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Go.

Go, go, go.

- It's been a year
since my husband disappeared--

left, I mean.

We've looked
for him everywhere,

spent considerable resources,
but had very few leads

until now.

He's here on this island.

I know it.

- Can you describe Mr. Powell?
- Oh, Powell is my maiden name.

When we married,
I became Mrs. Jones.

Mrs. Nathan Jones.

- I see.
Yes, of course.

Your husband is, uh...

Mr. Jones.

- Yes, Ms. Roarke,
and I need to talk to him.

Please.

- Nathan and I
were already married

when I was doing a residency
in the cardiac unit.

All of the devices
for this aneurysm procedure

had the same basic flaw.

I didn't have the answer,
but I had Nathan,

and something just clicked
when he went to work on it.

Tony will tell you
the same thing.

Nathan's solution
was a stroke of genius.

He developed
the atrial implant.

- And Tony is...?
- Oh, Nathan's best friend.

They went into business
together to market it.

Tony got us a patent,
set up the testing.

Investors flooded in.

Then there were problems.

- What kind of problems?
- With the design.

The implant helped
so many people,

but certain patients
with severe preconditions...

It led
to several deaths.

Nathan took the deaths
personally.

He blamed himself.
He couldn't bear it.

I wanted to go
through it all with him,

you know, to help him...

but he shut me out

and then one night... was gone.

- Maya, how much do you know
about the island?

- Not much.

But I know how it feels.

This is a strange place,
isn't it?

- Your husband, Nathan...

he came here to escape,

to find peace,

and I can't tell you
where he is.

You know, at the moment,
to be honest, I-I don't know.

But I do know he's happy.

- That's great.

But I'm not.

Tony's not.
He lost a friend.

I lost a husband,

and I need to talk to him.

- If he wants to be found,

you'll find him.

But I should tell you,

um, the island has changed
your husband significantly.

- What does that mean?

- It would be wise for you
to keep an open mind

when you go
and you look for him.

This is a map...

of the place he stayed
when he first got here.

- What is all of this,
Ms. Roarke?

- Call me Elena.

And this is a mystery, Maya,
the one you came here to solve.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Really?

Roarke is throwing
a Christmas party?

- Well, I mean, at this point,

I would say she's more so
tolerating a Christmas party,

but, you know,
we're getting there.

-
Uh, this looks good.

Just keep up with the ointment
two times a day.

- Thanks.
-

You really are
a good influence on her.

- Well, I mean,
I wouldn't say all that.

I just, you know,
didn't want us

to be all alone on Christmas.

- Maybe she didn't either.

- Um, so we're doing
a secret Santa, too.

- Yeah, that explains the hat.
- What?

Oh!
Yeah, that does do that.

Um, so are you available?

Um, for the party, I mean.

- Well, as it turns out,

I am not doing much
myself that day.

- Oh.

- Thanks, Ruby.
I'd like that.

- Okay! Great, then!

- Um, uh, don't I get
to take a name?

- Yeah!
Yeah. Please.

I'm sorry.

- All right.

- Cool, this will be fun.
- Yeah, definitely.

And this is Ruby

saying good night
and good luck.

♪ ♪

- "Dear Snow Globe Inn,
thanks for being so special

and making Christmas
so amazing."

Oh.

Oh!
- Ooh, oh!

- I am so sorry.

- That's hot.
- All over your plaid flannel.

Oh, this is just so--

so cute.

This is exactly the way
we should meet.

- Well, that's comforting,
I guess.

I'm Jake.
- Yeah, you are.

I'm really sorry
about the mess.

- No, don't be.

It's the best hot chocolate
in the valley.

Now, let me get your things

and show you
to your room, Miss--

- Her name is Allison.

She's from a big city,

but she isn't stuck up
or anything.

She checked in on her own
by herself--like, single.

- Okay, wow.

Ah, so observant.

- You'll have
to pardon my niece.

- I'm the eyes and ears
of this place.

- Now, why don't you go be that
but somewhere else?

It's perfect...

Just perfect.

- There's something
about the Snow Globe Inn

that's just magic.

-
- Every Christmas Eve,

we have
a special tree trimming,

and the whole town comes by.

There's cider and cookies,
and we sing carols.

It sounds simple, I know,
but take part in it once,

I guarantee you'll
want to come back every year.

- I can see
how that could happen.

Yeah.

- Okay, now, wait a minute.

So, if Maya is Mrs. Jones,

does that mean
your dog is married?

- It's not my dog.
It's not a dog.

It's a client.

- Right, sorry.

- But, yeah, uh,
my dog is married.

- Okay.
- Here you go.

- Now, who is this?

- Someone who's here to play
a part in Allison's fantasy,

although he doesn't know it yet.

- Okay, so, Allison,
like I said,

I just landed.

Call me
when you get this message

so we can talk it over.

I hope you can see
that I am doing

the sweeping
and romantic thing here.

Okay?
Okay.

Call me back.

Thanks, bro.

- You got it...bro.

- The plot thickens.

- Oh, you are bad.
- Mm.

♪ ♪

- Nathan?

♪ ♪

- Aw, it's you again.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Oh, good boy.

Hey, buddy.

Do you live here, too?

Where's Nathan?

Do you know?

Nathan, stop--stop filming!

- Who's filming?
This is a digital medium.

- You know what I mean.
- Look, I can't stop, okay?

I have to document this.

This is a special moment
of light bouncing off beauty

and reflecting
all over the place.

- Stop.

- God, you're beautiful.
You know that?

♪ ♪

- Listen,
I know Allison is here,

and I'm pretty sure she's gonna
want to know I'm here, too.

Maybe you
can't understand that.

- I understand, Richard.

You came here to impress her,

to show her the depth
of your feelings.

- Okay, well, yeah,
that's, uh--

that's pretty much it.

I mean, this is
a big gesture, right?

I'd want to know if the--
not boyfriend exactly--

but if the guy
I'd been seeing followed me

all the way down
to the tropics.

This is real, you know?

When she left,
I didn't know what to do.

I couldn't do anything.

I just had to come
down here and...

and try.

- I can take you to her.

Richard, have you ever seen
one of those

festive channel
Christmas movies?

- A what?

♪ ♪

- So, ever since then,
I've been here,

helping Dad out,
looking after Hillary.

- Wow.

You're...

perfect.

And you bake?

- Gingerbread's a snap.

And, you know, I find it tastes
best by candlelight,

after everyone else
has gone up to their rooms.

- I don't suppose
you play the guitar?

- I do, actually.
- Of course you do.

We can sing Christmas carols.
Maybe it will even snow.

- 10:00?
- It's a date.

- Uncle Jake!
Luggage!

- Must be a new guest.
- Oh.

- I'll be right back.

- I will be waiting,
smelling gingersnaps.

♪ ♪

- I mean, it's, like,
literally freezing out there.

This is amazing.

Five minutes ago, tropical.

Swear to God--balmy.

- Richard.

- Thank you.

- By then, of course, Atrio
will be a household name,

and we'll be trying
to keep up with the twins.

- Oh, it's twins now?
- Someday.

Seems like
the most efficient option.

- All right.
Twins it is, I guess.

- Aw, you look so sad.
Buddy, it's okay.

This is Nathan's wedding ring.

♪ ♪

Who are you?

♪ ♪

- Why is he here?

You know, I'm just gonna--
just gonna march

right out there
and tell him to go home, yeah.

- Or you could embrace
the plot twist.

Richard seems to be auditioning

for a larger role
in your movie.

These are delicious.
Perfect snap, by the way.

- Yeah.
Jake bakes.

And I don't want Richard
to have a larger role.

When I see Richard,
all I can think about

are ad campaigns
and profit margins--

the last thing
I want to be thinking about

at the Snow Globe Inn.

I just want
to, like, crush on Jake

and think
about snappy gingersnaps.

You know what I mean?
- Allison?

I heard your voice.
- Oh.

- This place is insane.

Have you tried
the hot chocolate?

- Go away, Richard.

And, yes,
we should get the recipe

and serve it in our lobbies.

See, this is what
I'm talking about.

Can you please have him leave?
- I'm not leaving.

- Oh, try a gingersnap.

They are... Mmm.

Perhaps the plot
on your holiday movie

isn't the one
that you expected,

but try to figure out
why Richard is here.

No one ends up
on Fantasy Island by accident.

- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

So good.

♪ ♪

- You're not staying here,
are you?

- Oh, don't worry about me.
Uh, I'm no one.

Just keep doing your--
the thing that you do.

- Oh!
I'm sorry.

- Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

James.

♪ ♪

- Do I know you?
- Um...

- His name isn't James.
It's Jake.

- Yeah, of course it is.
Uh, your name is Jake.

- But you look familiar.
- No, I don't.

Mm-mm, no.
I'm unfamiliar.

I'm not even here.

♪ ♪

Oh, my God.
- Are you okay?

- What?
No.

- Oh.
- Yes.

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

Fine.
Thank you.

- Okay, well,
it's secret-Santa time!

- Yay. Yeah, okay.

Segundo.
- Oh!

- Perfecto.
Okay, bye. Thanks.

- Oh, well, uh--

Okay.

- I just don't know
why you came here, Richard.

I told you how I wanted
to spend Christmas.

- Not really.

You didn't explain
this whole situation.

I just can't believe
this is what you're into.

It's so--
- Cozy? Warm?

Full of Christmas cheer?

- Schlocky is
where I was going.

- Well, since you're here,
can I show you to your room?

- And what is this?

Is he, like, your sexy,
dreamy innkeeper or--

- Shut up, Richard!
- I'm Jake.

I think.
One sec.

Jake Anders.
Yep, that's me.

- That's Jake.
- Oh, I get it.

In your little
Christmas fantasy,

he's Mr. Right.

- Then what does that
make you, Richard?

- I think she's saying
that makes you Mr. Wrong.

♪ ♪

- I am trying
to understand, mi'ja, but--

- What I'm saying is,
and this is mortifying

and unethical
on so many levels, Segundo,

but I think it's possible
that I-I accidentally let

the burden of my own issues
and feelings

contaminate a client's fantasy.

- Which means what?

- Which means that I think
that I shoved my ex-fiancé

into Allison's snow globe,

and I have no idea
what to do about it.

- Don't do anything.

- What do you mean
don't do anything?

- Your feelings are in the way.

It can make trouble for you,
for everybody.

Let the island handle this.
- Well, I don't--

- Excuse me.
- Oh, my God.

- I don't exactly know
how to ask this,

but is my husband a dog?

- Ooh, um, well,
um, currently, yes.

- Wow.

Just when I thought things
couldn't get more complicated.

Thank you.

And I just wanted
to talk to him.

- Me too.
- To Nathan?

- Oh, no, no, um...
ooh, uh, someone else.

- Is your someone else human?

- He is.

- Then what's stopping you?

♪ ♪

- Mmm.

Yum.

- Family recipe.
So I'm told.

- What's the secret?
- I'm not sure.

The pot just never seems
to be empty.

-
- Is that strange?

- Well, this is
a magical place.

- It is, isn't it?
- Yeah.

- You know, you don't seem
like a big-city girl.

- Oh, but she is,
through and through.

- What are you doing, Richard?

- I am taking the big swing,
making the big play.

The Allison that I know
loves that kind of thing.

I'm her actual boyfriend,
by the way.

- No, you're not.
We're not committed.

- Maybe I should
leave you two alone.

- No, no.
This is our date.

This is--this is
my perfect date.

And you are an interloper.

- An interloper?
- That's right.

And Jake here is gonna kick
your interloping ass.

He makes his own cabinets.

- Back off, plaid shirt.

I came into this weird
Twilight Zone

to win your heart.

And if you think
for a second

that I am going
to give up on us,

then you don't know me at all.

♪ ♪

- I'm so sorry about that.

He's not usually
so frustratingly impossible.

- It's okay.

You know, I feel
kind of off tonight anyway.

- No.
- Maybe we should start over.

Try again.
- Yeah.

Oh, look, the hot chocolate
is still steaming,

and, more importantly,
you're here,

and you and all of this

are what I came here for.

So...

drink up?

Mmm.

- Elena.

Elena, don't do
anything crazy, please.

- I'm not doing anything crazy.

I'm just kidnapping
my ex-fiancé

from a festive channel
Christmas movie--that's all.

- Think about it first.

There could be
a lot of trouble.

-
Trouble.

Already got it.
Thanks.

- Looking for me?
- Oh, uh, hey.

Allison, I didn't
see you there.

Um, yes, yes.
I'm looking for you.

How is it going?
- I don't know.

I mean, it's not
what I thought.

I mean, it is, but it's not.

I'm hoping you're here to
give me some amazing guidance.

- Oh, uh, yeah.
Uh, let's see.

Um, I-I think you should, um...

go to bed?

Yeah, yes, yes.

Um, go to your room,
um, and stay there.

Don't come out.

Everything will look
much better in the morning.

Good night, then.

- Oh, okay.

Good night.

- Hi.

Ooh.

- Christmas is not a good day
for me, Ruby.

- Roarke told me that you
lost someone at Christmas.

An Air Force buddy?

Look, I get it.

I really do.

I mean, shoot,
there's a part of me

that wants to just
pull the comforter

over my head for 48 hours

and just pretend that Christmas
doesn't even exist this year.

- That's my plan, plus beer.

-
Yeah.

But what good would that do?

You know, I got
a lot of Christmases left.

I hope so.

You know,
I should learn to enjoy them.

- Ha.

'Cause we're grateful
to be alive, right?

- Well, yeah.

And, plus, the people
on this island don't suck.

And we love you.

And the Christmas party's
gonna be jumping.

Huh?
Huh?

- Ah, all right.
-

Give me the hat.

No.

Roarke.
I knew this would happen.

- Oh, yeah,
nobody wants to draw the boss.

- The boss is also
the woman that I'm--

- The woman that you're what?

- The woman I asked out
on a date weeks ago.

- Ooh, okay!
Good for you!

Now, what did she say?

- She didn't.
I'm still waiting on an answer.

- Oh.
Yeah, that's awkward.

- Yeah.

- Well, I drew Dr. Gina,

which is unfortunate

because we're
in this weird in-between place,

and it just feels like,
you know, whatever I get her

is gonna send
some sort of message.

- Which is why
we should switch.

- I mean, technically,
it's against the rules.

But, yeah, we should, okay.
- All right.

- Damn it.
- Oh, it's the island.

We're stuck.

- Ho, ho, ho.
- Hmm.

♪ ♪

- I figured I might find you
out here.

You always said the moon
helps you think.

Nathan, I know it's you.

Please...

I need to talk to you.

Can you at least bark
or something?

- Okay, then.

Woman to dog...

What happened with the device
was really awful.

And for some reason,

you thought
you couldn't trust me.

I mean, maybe we'd been
growing apart for years.

God, this is weird.

Ah...

The point is...

I obviously failed you
in some huge way.

And I wish you could have
talked to me instead of--

This.

And most of all,
I'm sorry that...

it didn't work between us
because I loved you so much.

I loved our life.

And I hate that it--
it's ended like this.

And I hope
you found peace here.

I really do.

Merry Christmas.

♪ ♪

- Maya, wait.

♪ ♪

- Nathan.

- Don't go.
Please.

♪ ♪

- You don't like Swiss.

You like cheddar.

The sharper, the better.

- Hi.

I saw you earlier.

Did you want to check in?

- It's me, Elena.

- I'm Jake.

- Actually, your name is James.

- Um, it says Jake
right on my license.

- We were engaged,

planning to get married

at the tiny chapel
in the country...

just us and some goats and--

- That sounds lovely,
but I've never been engaged.

I've been in this town
my whole life.

♪ ♪

Elena.

- Yes.

It's me.

Come on.
Let's get out of here.

I-I'm sure you're wondering
what the--the hell is going on.

- Yeah, kind of.
- Well, I can explain sort of.

You know,
and let's call it explain

in the loosest definition
of the word, you know?

And it started
this morning, okay?

It's--with a guest--

that she wanted to have
a Christmas fantasy, and--

- God, I missed you.

♪ ♪

- Jake usually does
this when he wakes up.

I've looked everywhere.
I can't find him.

- Uh, I'm sure he'll show up.

- Yeah, but this is
just not like him.

It feels extra chilly
this morning, doesn't it?

- Yeah.
- Do you smell that?

Something in this inn
is rotting.

- There's no
smoothie maker, FYI.

- Look what you've done.

- What I've done?
- It's ruined.

My fantasy is ruined,
and it's all your fault.

- I don't even know how
to make gingersnap cookies.

- But Jake does.
- I do love Vermont.

- And you love
Christmas movies.

I think that's why I was
so clearly visualizing you

when I met Allison.

- Are you positive
I'm not dreaming?

- Mm-hmm.

- I don't care how weird it is.

I'm just glad to be here
with you.

- Mm.

I just hope...

- What?

- I hope I didn't screw up
the island

by imposing my will
on a fantasy.

- I know your subconscious mind
manifested me or whatever...

But what
about your conscious mind?

You regret it?

- You're here, James.

How can I possibly regret that?

♪ ♪

- Okay, let's see.

Well, I know
that she's a reader.

A book could be good.
Yeah.

Yeah, but then again,
I don't want

to get her something
she's already read.

♪ ♪

What?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Ay, Elenita.

¿Qué es lo que has hecho?

♪ ♪