Then we're in the hospital room where Uncle Arvin and Auntie Em are waiting for her test results. Her doctor enters and informs Auntie Em that her bone marrow has been rapidly regenerating and she is now officially in remission. Auntie Em cries with relief. Uncle Arvin cries with the knowledge that, now that his wife has received a second lease on life, she's one dead duck.

In some random stairwell somewhere, a bunch of black-clad guys with guns bust in and run up the stairs. We cut quickly back to the hotel, where Willage is lounging around and the agents are doing their thing on the other side of the mirror. Back to the black-clad guys. They storm into a room, expecting to find Sark. Instead, they find a hospital bed, a bunch of medical equipment, and a dozen or so blood bags. Looks like Sark had himself a quickie blood transfusion.

SARK COULD BE ANYWHERE! DO YOU HEAR ME? ANYWHERE.

But he's not. Anywhere, that is. Nope. Back at the hotel, Willage is impatiently awaiting his food. We pass through the spy mirror and see Willage's protective agents strewn around the room, dead as doornails. A man steps over the bodies and makes his way over to the door to Willage's room. He knocks. Willage opens the door, grateful that his pizza's arrived. Sorry, Willage. It's not Domino's. It's Sark. And he's got a different kind of delivery for you.

BANG!

Buh-bye, Willage.

Wendy Kroy: He is SO not dead.
Regina: Oh, totally.
Wendy Kroy: This is like a hideous dream sequence.
Regina: Yeah. Just like Dallas.
Wendy Kroy: Yeah, like, he's totally just in the shower and this is all going to dissolve into wavy lines or something.
Regina: Right.
Wendy Kroy: He's dead, isn't he?
Regina: Yup.
Wendy Kroy: Dammit. Why couldn't he have been in his underwear, then? Huh? WHY?
Regina: I don't know, sweetie. Pass the cocktail mix. If it'll make you feel any better, we can make Julio come in here in his underwear and call him "Willage" for the rest of the evening.
Wendy Kroy: Oh, thank you, honey. You're the best.
Regina: I know, babe. Julio! Drop the pants and get your ass in here! And wear that wig that Mommy brought you from Vegas!