"Camille, my earring is broken," Xiomara grouses, because why have an "A" story and a "B" story when there are twenty-four other perfectly usable letters vying for a chance to make an appearance this episode? Xiomara's special, unique, irreplaceable, fabulous, fabulous earrings are all whacked out and broken, and Camille complains in a confessional, "Oh, like this is all I freakin' need right now." Camille grabs the earrings out of Xiomara's hands (could such nimble hands possibly have crushed the delicate baubles? But it seems so impossible!) and tells her that she has a friend who's a jewelry designer, promising, "I'll fix it. But you'll just have to wait." She sighs and snorts and pulls down on her hair so much it's like she expects it to bring a hotel porter to come and take her bags out to the car.

Mood rain falls again on old Lupus Town. Poor Mercedes. She calls her mom and cries that she's not feeling well but that she's still gonna "do what she can to make it to the top." People, there is nothing funny about a disease that makes it rain outside.