Random forbidding warehouse. Inside, Keats confronts a black-clad gentleman I assume is another vampire. Keats demands the gentleman convey a message to Lizzie immediately. Keats would do it himself, but he's afraid he's being followed. Lizzie and her troupe of scantily clad strumpets must leave San Francisco immediately. The vampire grunts a bit in irritation, then clams up when The Sole emerges from the shadows behind Keats. The vampire morphs into "bat" form and attempts to flee, but The Sole nails him with a Flaming Ball Of Death. The "bat" explodes in mid-air. The Sole then suavely turns his attention to Keats. Keats flings an FBOD of his own, but The Sole merely catches it in his hand, where the FBOD sizzles out harmlessly. The boys whip 'em out to mark their territory before The Sole gives Keats a little taste of frying torture. "Let's try this again," The Sole sneers. "Where's the vampire queen?" Keats goggles in fear.
Manor. Sam wanders through the front hall, checking out the decor. Raige emerges onto the stairwell landing to sigh, "They're not here." Sam supposes Piper and Phoebe are out looking for Raige. "Do-gooders," Raige pouts dismissively as she descends the stairs. "I was hoping to get this over with." She looks improbably fine in her lesbionic slutwear. A swathe of crimson satin is wrapped around her bosom and neck to create a midriff-baring top, and she sports a long, loose, gauzy red skirt that swirls around her legs. Sam smirks and cocks an eyebrow, telling her to relax and enjoy the experience. "You're only innocent once," he reminds her. Raige isn't having it. She's "starving," and "it's like [she's] been waiting for this moment [her] entire life." Sam waxes nostalgic, thinking of his own "first time -- the danger, the excitement." Jamming your knee into the parking brake. "That warm glow you feel afterwards." Trying to figure out which pair of underwear is yours. "There's nothing like it." Tell me about it. "How many have you had?" Raige asks. Too many for him to remember, which is some bad news for Sammy Boy. This is, after all, the WB. Anyone that trampy is dead by the end of the hour. Sam urges her to relax, close her eyes, focus, and concentrate on her sisters' location. Raige is, after all, a "hunter" now. She should be able to "track [her] prey." After a beat, Raige lifts her eyelids and breathes, "I know where they are." She settles into that hip-swaying stride favored by vampires of easy virtue everywhere and calls over her shoulder as she exits the Manor, "Tell the queen to expect company." Sam smiles as Raige slinks out of the frame.