Before we carry on, sporks: the combo spoon-fork that you can often find at fast food restaurants, very exciting things, and the best thing ever invented… hee.

"Right. We're almost there; you ready to get off?" Sydney asked. Vaughn nodded and they prepared to land…

"It's a little cold in Alaska. And why did we come when it's dark all the time?" Vaughn complained.

"I know, it's so inconvenient. Why didn't my mother wait until the summer to escape?" Sydney replied.

"Are we there yet?" Vaughn asked.

"Just about, the igloo is right over there," Sydney said pointing to a small, barely visible, white hut.

Once they were inside, Vaughn started looking through their gear. It was amazing how much stuff women pack, no matter where or why they are going. What was Sydney going to do with a gold spork?

"I thought an igloo would have more insulation than this," Sydney said breaking Vaughn from his thoughts. "It's more cold in here than it is outside."

"Do you have the Eskimo disguises? They would be warmer."

"No, our contact has them."

"I thought our contact had the fish?"

"He has both the fish and disguises," Sydney answered.

"Well, I'm not sure how we are going to keep warm then."

"I have a sleeping bag," Sydney suggested. She pulled out a one-person black sleeping bag.

"Just one?" Vaughn asked, looking at how small the bag was.

"Yeah, it's a family treasure. My father gave it to me. It's been in the Bristow family for years. It is a kind of small. I guess we'll just have to cuddle," Sydney winked.

"Well, if you insist."

Both agents climbed inside, 'forced' to put their arms around each other to have any comfort at all.

"What do we do while we're waiting for our contact?" Vaughn asked, hoping the contact never showed up, and liking Alaska more and more.

"I'm open to suggestions." With that, Vaughn kissed Sydney passionately. The kiss extended for several minutes; neither one feeling cold anymore and both oblivious to anything happening around them.

"Oh, seriously, am I going to have to try to break you two up again?" Both agents looked up, seeing Weiss standing over them. They also noticed they were no longer in the igloo.

"Weiss, what are you doing here?" Vaughn asked, "And what happened to the igloo?"

"Well, buddy, I'm your contact. Didn't your girlfriend tell you that?"

"I meant to," Sydney said nonchalantly.

"And the igloo," Weiss continued, "the igloo melted. You two were so hot and heavy you melted the igloo. Nice."

Vaughn, trying to ignore Weiss' comments, asked, "Do you have the fish and disguises?"

"Yes, see I was doing my job, while you two were obviously a little preoccupied to worry about national security."

"We were waiting for you," Vaughn retorted.

Weiss held up his hands in surrender. "Whatever excuse you have to use."

"You don't have the wet suits." Sydney stated, getting back to work.

"No, but I did bring you this lovely moose-driven sled," Weiss answered, motioning like Vanna White towards a sled with eight moose.

"Great," Vaughn replied sarcastically, "how are we suppose to get to the ship in that?"

"Well, my friend, the ship docked. So I figured diving toward it, might not yield the results you want." By now the two agents were dressed as Eskimos and ready to head towards the ship. They loaded all of Sydney's stuff on to the sled, and managed to find room for themselves on it as well.

"Now don't get too comfortable on that sled you two," Weiss said, "I have a deposit on it. So please, try to avoid your extracurricular activities while you're on it."

"I'll try," Vaughn replied, "but no promises. Where are you going now?"

"Well, I did have a date tonight, but for some reason I can't go back to L.A. So Kendall is sending me to, get this, New Mexico."

"Why?" Sydney asked.

"Uh, his exact words were, 'It's the 47th state.' That man has lost one too many marbles. I'll see you two later."

With that the sled head towards the coast and away from the melted igloo. It took them 30 minutes by moose sled to reach the boat. The plan was now for Sydney to climb a ladder and trade the fish for the computer chip. Vaughn was back to waiting. He wondered why the crew of the ship wanted to trade a computer chip for fish. But he figured that was need to know intel, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

Sydney returned with the chip and for some reason took the ladder as well. Vaughn didn't ask, just steered the moose toward their getaway camper.