Cordy's looking at mug shots online. Whatever. She's bored with the concept too. She turns her attention to a magazine nearby called Convenient Plot Devices Weekly. Or maybe it's called Bio. It's hard to make out the letters for sure. The cover story is: "A star's self-destruction: Richard's sad slide." Beneath that, smaller type reads: "After months of boozing [?] and partying, Richard [something blurry] checks into a rehab -- but it may be too late to save his marriage to [more blurry names]." Why do I tell you this? Because I ruined my eyes trying to read it, that's why. I suffer so that you don't have to. You're welcome. On a whim, Cordy looks in the table of contents for the "celeb photos" section. If this is meant to be a People clone, wouldn't that section be called, "the entire magazine"? ["No. People is about 15\% celeb photos and profiles, and the rest filler about 'regular Americans.' Total snooze. You're thinking of InStyle." -- Wing Chun] Nope, apparently they're all on page 46. She flips through and I'm amazed to see how much text there is in this glossy celebrity magazine. Page 46 has exactly one photo on it -- of Bryce, his daughter, and that lovable goon, Benny. Or maybe that's not page 46, but a other page she just happened to stop on. I don't know. The point is, she has discovered who nabbed Wesley. Now all she has to do is send him a nice thank-you card, and her work will be done.

Wesley escorts Virginia back to her room. She says she's angry "at the whole thing -- the fact that [she has] to live like this." Wesley says it's a bad situation. Virginia thinks his remark is insufficient, and opines, "It's a waste of a life." She complains, "I keep waiting for my life to start, and it never does. There's just more locks and surveillance cameras and -- guards?" For that's when she spots two black-cloaked Tribunal-members-for-hire outside her door. She walks up to one of them demanding that they leave, and of course he grabs her, because they're not guards at all. The other robed baddie pulls out a handful of...well, fire, and tells Wesley, "Let your flesh be weakened." I assume this is a magic spell and not just a fervently expressed desire on his part. But apparently it's a vampire-specific spell, because Wesley says, "Right, then!" and trades the wackiness in for some actual whacking. The baddies scamper off, and Virginia is once again astonished. She says, "Your face -- you don't go all...like a regular vampire?" Wesley says, "I suppose I'm not like a regular vampire."