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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. [giggles]

- 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.

[door opens, closes]

- Sorry if I was short.

I just--[sighs] 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.

[dreamy music]

♪ ♪

[upbeat Latin music]

[person singing in Spanish]

♪ ♪

- 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. [chuckles] 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.

[dreamy music]

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.

[chuckles] - 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.

[chuckles]

- And do you still feel that way?

- I feel... [sighs]

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.

[laughs] - 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. [laughter]

I believe I hear the sleigh bells

jingling over that way.

- [chuckles] - Yay.

- Okay.

- [chuckles]

- 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.

[upbeat festive music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

- [chuckles]

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.

[laughter]

- 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.

- [mouthing words]

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?

- [scoffs] 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.

[both laugh] 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.

[both chuckle]

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.

[soft dramatic music]

- 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...

[soft dramatic music]

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.

♪ ♪

- [panting]

[upbeat Latin music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

- [chuckles] Uh, this looks good.

Just keep up with the ointment two times a day.

- Thanks. - [chuckles]

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.

[both chuckle]

Um, so are you available?

Um, for the party, I mean. [chuckles]

- Well, as it turns out,

I am not doing much myself that day.

- Oh. [chuckles]

- Thanks, Ruby. I'd like that.

- Okay! Great, then! [giggles]

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

- Yeah! Yeah. Please.

I'm sorry. [chuckles]

- All right. [chuckles]

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

[chuckles, old-timey voice] And this is Ruby

saying good night and good luck.

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

- [laughs]

[festive music]

♪ ♪

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

and making Christmas so amazing."

[clicks tongue] 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?

[both grunt goofily]

- [sighs]

It's perfect...

Just perfect.

- There's something about the Snow Globe Inn

that's just magic.

- [chuckles] - 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.

[both chuckle softly]

- 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.

- [chuckles]

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Nathan?

♪ ♪

- [panting]

- 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?

[light music]

♪ ♪

- [panting]

- 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?

[festive music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[both laugh]

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.

♪ ♪

[door opens, closes]

- 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.

[soft dramatic music]

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.

[festive music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

♪ ♪

[door opens]

Oh, my God. - Are you okay?

- What? No.

- Oh. - Yes.

[clears throat] 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.

[chuckles]

- 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?

[scoffs]

[quirky music]

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

♪ ♪

- [sighs] 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. [sighs]

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?

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[festive music]

- Mmm.

Yum.

- Family recipe. So I'm told.

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

The pot just never seems to be empty.

- [chuckles] - 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.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

- [laughs] Trouble.

Already got it. Thanks.

[door closes]

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

Allison, I didn't see you there.

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

[chuckles] 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. [chuckles]

- 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.

[scoffs] 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.

- [chuckles] 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. [chuckles]

And the Christmas party's gonna be jumping.

Huh? Huh?

- Ah, all right. - [squeals]

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.

- [laughs sarcastically]

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [panting]

- 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?

- [panting]

- 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...

[sighs]

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.

[tender music]

♪ ♪

[sobs softly]

[quiet whoosh]

- 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.

♪ ♪

[wind whistling]

- [sighs] 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.

- [swallows hard]

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

- [chuckles] 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?

[tender music]

[laughing]

♪ ♪

- 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?

♪ ♪

[laughs]

♪ ♪

- Ay, Elenita.

¿Qué es lo que has hecho?

♪ ♪