Meanwhile, Marie's at an open house, admiring a wall-mounted collection of antique silver spoons (RED FLAG!). She's approached by the broad-shouldered realtor (au revoir, Colonel Oatmeal!), who gets to experience Marie's latest alias: Charlotte Blacknull, with an astronaut husband and a brother is in the Peace Corps. No children, though -- she doesn't think she's the mothering kind. After the realtor, Stephanie, goes to get some informational flyers, we cut back to a shot with the spoons in the background, and of course, one is conspicuously absent. Cut to the kitchen, as "Charlotte" pokes around, talking with pride about convincing her husband to quit his stressful, dangerous job at NASA, which raises some obvious eyebrows, psychology-wise. Stephanie is getting antsy at all of Marie's poking... and her questionable interest in actually making an offer on the place. Later, after Marie's gone, Stephanie is tidying up when she notices the telltale spoon. So this looks to be crumbling even quicker than we might have expected. Seriously, Marie, there were 50 spoons representing the 50 states. There was a pretty decent chance someone would notice if one went missing.