Dollhouse Of Doom. The Dolt mopily supposes he's going to die. Piper, irritated, angrily reminds him that he used to be a doctor, for Christ's sake, before finally snapping, "You've got to stop focusing on what you can't do and start focusing on what you can. Come on -- improvise!" "All right," the Dolt replies, thinking real hard for a moment. "Grams used to like to sew, right?" he asks. "Yeah," Piper warily confirms. "Where?" the Dolt wonders. Piper notes that the Psycho's bedroom used to be Grams's sewing room back in the day. "Why?" she eyebrows.

Cut to the Miniaturized Prue Halliwell Memorial Bimbo Boudoir Of Paisley Tit Slings And Other Fashion Atrocities, currently occupied by a dress form and a manually operated and quite ancient sewing machine. Or, you know, reasonable facsimiles thereof. Because it's a dollhouse. Whatever. Piper and the Dolt enter, and Charmed proceeds to rip off the series premiere of Lost -- specifically the scene wherein Kate stitches up the gash in Jack's back -- only Charmed's version lacks the instructive lecture on fear. And the aesthetically appealing presence of Matthew Fox. Oh, gross. No, I'm not talking about the gratuitous shot of Piper running a needle through the Dolt's gaping and jagged shoulder wound. My overwhelming and dispirited disgust was actually triggered by pudgy Brian Krause stripping down to a grey beater. Ick. And...scene? Please? Okay, and...scene. Whew.