The Boneyard. A Grimlock races through the headstones as Piper and Phoebe trail after him, yelling, "Wait! We just want to talk to you!" The Grimlock grimaces and squiggles out. Then, God, in collusion with Commonwealth Edison, decides to spare me the Ps' ensuing dialogue regarding Piper's barren ovaries by having the neighborhood's transformer surge and pop, winking out the electricity throughout my apartment for a good thirty seconds. When the television blinks back on, QVC is trying to sell me an eight-piece set of hardcoat enamel non-stick Cook's Essentials for the low, low price of $68.16, despite the fact it retails for $119.00. And the shipping and handling is only $8.47! I flip back up to WGN in time for Phoebe to groan and double over a headstone as if to vomit into a freshly-turned grave. Damn. Apparently, I did not miss the entire conversation. Phoebe reveals she whizzed all over an EPT stick that morning, but the results were negative. Piper admits she had a similar experience recently. They blather on about babies and sharing their lives with each other and it's all very tedious and then they hug.