Previously on One Sloane Is Enough For All Of Us: Joel Grey managed to out-creep Uncle Inappropriate when he showed up at the last minute as the Sloane Clone; Vaughn discovered that his daddy really is dead and Irina really did kill him and no one seems to think it odd that Daddy Vaughn managed to be dead and still deliver Nadia to the orphanage five years later; and Marshall became overly concerned about Jack when it came to light that Spy Daddy is one radioactive puppy.
We start this episode at an airport in Krakow, Poland. A woman with long, dark hair is talking to someone on her cell phone and, at first, I thought this was going to be Irina Derevko, or at least Elena Derevko, but it wasn't. It's just Michelle Forbes, and she's mildly tweaked that she missed her flight due to a late meeting. She's going to get a whole lot tweakier here in a minute when she realizes that missed flights are the least of her worries. Through her phone chatter, we learn that she's talking to her husband, and that she has at least two daughters, if not more. [Note: Just so y'all are informed, it's "Elena," not "Yelena." The closed captioning has it wrong and someone who works on the show has said it's "Elena" in the scripts, so "Elena" it shall be.]
Michelle goes through the metal detector and security and everything seems to be moving right along until some nefarious bald guy walks up and asks her to step aside and put her luggage up on the table for inspection. Her reaction is pretty much what anyone's would be: a surprised face and an "Oh, me?" utterance. Some other guard goes through her bag and then Bad Baldy asks for her shoes too. He then pulls a fuzzy white bear out of the bag and looks at Michelle questioningly and she's all, what? It's for my kid. Bad Baldy just looks grim and asks Michelle to follow him. She's all, uh, it's just a bear. He's all, ve vould lahk shoo to follow us. They don't even give her shoes back. The next we see them, they're in some dank, dimly lit tunnel and Michelle's demanding some answers from them, pronto. Bad Baldy just says, "Don't vorry, Dr. Sinclair," and keeps walking. Alarm bells go off in her head. She's all, hang on. How'd you know my name? He's all, ver luggich tag. She's all, ew! Drippy puddle with no shoes! The other security guy is all, grab! Grabby grab grab! And injection! And Dr. Sinclair goes down as Bad Baldy sneeringly watches her out of the corner of his eye.