Somewhere...else, squad cars shriek through an abandoned industrial area while Todd, Ramona, and Freebie hide out in a nearby warehouse. At least, I think it's a warehouse. Then again, I don't really care, because this show is ass, so whatever. They bang their hormonal heads together and decide to go visit Rick Gittridge in the county jail. Yawn.

The Non-Existent Attic. Raige is scrying for Phoebe, but can't get a lock on her location because she keeps moving. Piper, meanwhile, is reading up on Scabbar Demons, and frets that she shouldn't have allowed her big gay son to accompany her father to a restaurant. At that moment, Big Gay Chris orbs in with Daddy Dearest, who, never having orbed before, looks like he's about to boot. Victor sinks slowly into a chair as Chris assures him that he'll grow to like orbing in the future. Piper, with motherly concern, hauls her bloated ass out of her seat to admit she thought something might have happened to the guys while they were away from the Manor. Chris lies and vows that their dinner was uneventful, though they did have time for a nice chat. Raige launches into a quick processing summit regarding the Feebs, during which we learn that Raige somehow managed to reverse whatever mojo Freebie inflicted upon her graduating class, so the exposure threat is greatly diminished despite the fact that she's still out there somewhere under the influence "of adolescence." Piper suddenly staggers a bit, and Victor jumps up to offer her his arm. "Are you okay?" Chris worries. "Yeah," Piper insists. "I'm just a little light-headed." "Sorry," Chris winces. Piper wrinkles her nose. "You know," he says, eyeing her distended belly. "About me." Piper blinks. "Must have been a hell of a talk there," she smirks in Victor's direction. "Yeah," her father admits, before escorting Piper downstairs to lie down.