…we cut to The Only Hospital In San Francisco, and oh, screw me. Now Phoebe is making me all misty-eyed. I hate this show. "Fade away?" she asks softly, having just received the news from Raige. "Whuh-what do you mean, 'He just faded away'?" "In [the Dolt's] arms," Raige confirms, "after he died." Phoebe, trying not to burst into tears, gets desperate and breathy as she stammers, "Yeah, but m-m-maybe he didn't die! I mean, maybe he was just going back…" Raige shakes her head sadly, eyes glistening and red. Sniff. Damn you all! Bastards! BASTARDS! "Oh, God," Phoebe sighs. "Poor [Dolt]." Screw the Dolt. What about me? How the hell am I supposed to make it through another season of this shit without Big Gay Chris? Huh? HUH? What, you think I'm supposed to care about Raige's stupid fucking temp jobs and Phoebe's stupid fucking vision quest and Piper's stupid fucking marriage? Think again, asshats.