Back in the nonexistent attic, The Retard's doing that stupid scrying-by-computer thing that I hate so much. Shut up, Retard. Meanwhile, Piper slams the Book shut with a sigh of frustration just as Raige orbs back into the nonexistent room with the Feebs in tow. Phoebe whinges about Coop for several unnecessary minutes before the assembled ladies settle down to bang their heads together over the far-more-pressing Zombie Triad situation. "What did Cole do?" Raige wonders. Phoebe hasn't a clue, so either they never discussed it -- which I find difficult to believe, given the length of their relationship and the nature of their work -- or she's a boneheaded moron and forgot. You choose. The invocation of the Colethazor's name, however, does give Piper an idea: "Maybe we need a demon to vanquish them." "Whaaaaaah?" bleats The Retard, so Piper plots out her still-gestating plan as best she can using words of five letters or fewer. Or something like that. Basically, all they need do is figure out a way to get one Zombie Triad to kill another Zombie Triad. Once that happens, "the collective" will be weakened to the point that the gals should be able to take out the other two with their own powers. "How do you propose we do that?" Raige squints. "I don't know," Piper snorts. "I'm making this up as I go." Not funny, and shut up, Piper, and why am I getting angry about that, because CANCELLED! Praise Jesus, it's CANCELLED! Long story short, Raige suddenly realizes this might be the final battle The Angel Of Teasley foresaw, and so bails to make nice with Darling Henry. "If something happens to me," she explains when Piper protests, "I don't want the last thing Henry remembers about us is arguing." Um. [Sic]. Raige spazzes her poorly-spoken self out of the nonexistent attic. The remaining Manor Morons exchange Looks Fraught With Significance and sigh.

Hell. Zar and The Zombie Triad sneer at each other for a very lengthy period of time until Candor dusts Zar with a Flaming Ball Of Death. Next!

The Loneliest Precinct House In The World Of All The News That's Fit To Fuck Me. Just thought I'd try out a new nickname, seeing as how they're not even trying to hide the fact that they're using the same set for both workplaces anymore. Long story short, Raige arrives and drags Darling Henry out into the hallway, where she basically tells him she might die that evening. Cheery! "All right," he says, admirably absorbing that blow while gallantly assuring Raige of his continued faith in her and her abilities, "when you get back, I'm going to marry you as soon as I can -- at the engagement party." "You were supposed to cancel that," Raige breathes, getting all misty-eyed. "I guess I didn't," he shrugs. Just as they move in for a clinch, the camera cuts over to...