"Wow! I can't believe I actually rolled an eight."
"That was so unlikely. Well, let's get married! I guess." Luis says.
"Wait a minute." Sheridan stops herself, "That wasn't a hard eight! Last night we rolled a hard eight."
"That's right! It was the wrong kind of eight, no wedding! Damnit!"
"I wanted it so bad!" She pauses, "Wanna go pack?"
"Yeah." They go pack, "We're doing the right thing, right?"
"Ohh, of course we are!" Sheridan says and they walk up to the elevators, "We left it up to fate." She pushed the elevator button, "If we were supposed to get married there would be a clear-cut sign."
The elevator door opens to a priest reading from a bible with Sheridan and Luis standing side-by-side holding each other's hands.

~*~

Beth and Hank are driving back. Beth is driving while Hank is sleeping.

"Okay, you have nineteen questions left. Use them wisely." Beth says and Hank groans, "Come on Hank! You can't win if you don't ask any," She sees he's asleep, "QUESTIONS!!!"
Hank wakes up, "What?!"
"Well, you promised me a fun road trip! We've been on the road six hours and you've been sleeping for five and a half! We are switching at the next stop and you are going to drive all the way back! That will be your punishment," She pauses, "You greedy sleeper!"
"All right. All right."
"Yeah! And until then you are going to sing to me because the radio's broken and are selfish, but have a nice voice." Beth explains.
"Really? I don't..." Hank starts.
She interrupts him, "Sing!!"
Hank starts singing:
And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy.
He falls asleep.

~*~