...the top of the Golden Gate Bridge, where the Dolt slouches in despair until two Jolly Green Van Der Beeks materialize to make with the taunting and such. "Don't resist us!" they demand as they sweep past. The Dolt whines and panics and orbs out. As soon as he's gone, the two male Avatars from last week smear onto the tower to strategize. "He must join us willingly," Not Candyman reminds his comrade, "but first [he] must see there is no other option." Suddenly, I'm Not Candy senses something and stretches out a hand to scan...I don't know, the world in general? Whatever. I so do not care about the troubled Dolt, nor do I give a rat's ass about those who would convert him. "There may be another way," I'm Not Candy eventually reveals after a moment's scanning. "Another opportunity," he elaborates, "to show [the Dolt] that one cannot ignore the truth forever." His taciturn companion nods thoughtfully as I'm Not Candy pensively peers at the Marin Headlands, or something.
Manor. Up in the non-existent attic, Piper and Phoebe, who have somehow managed to transport themselves back from Not!warts without the benefit of a Whitelightery escort, call for the Dolt, who takes his sweet damn time in responding to them. When he finally does orb into the room, he darkly reminds them of the mortal peril in which they've placed themselves simply by standing in his presence, like, you really need to get over this Danger Dolt thing, Wimperella, because absolutely no one is buying it. Long story short, Piper guilt-trips her whipped husband into going on one of Phoebe's stoopid Vision Quests. This should suck, even with Big Gay Chris along for the ride. Oh, ooops! Spoiler!