Whatever. Cole blazes into a bathroom at the Manor and staggers over to the mirror to stare at his reflection for a bit. Cole looks like Robbie Williams, and by that I mean it looks like he just woke up from a weeklong bender involving booze, whores, and anthrax. Good job with the haggard make-up. He takes a couple of deep breaths, trying to pull himself together, before he steps out into the upstairs hallway. Phoebe nearly runs right into him and asks where he's been. He mumbles some excuses, then grips his head in pain. He claims he has a migraine and pushes past her to head downstairs. Piper wanders in, wondering what's going on. Phoebe sighs, "I wish I knew."

The scene cuts to what appears to be an abandoned garden supply store. Kurzon stands in the center of a circle of minions, exhorting them to complete their assigned yet never-defined tasks before nightfall. The actor playing Kurzon is a pretty, bland, standard-issue lunkhead who would not be out of place on JAG. Not that I ever watch JAG. I've seen pictures of the cast. Shut up. Most of the minions squiggle out as D'Eartha wanders in from the shadows. "You will not live to lead the underworld," she warns slyly. Kurzon bites, asking D'Eartha what she's seen of his future. She tells a tale of a lone powerful witch who's drawn a target on Kurzon's back. If he doesn't take this witch out, he'll never be the king of Hell. The remaining minion -- a shorter gent with unruly hair -- gives D'Eartha the once-over and pissily snipes, "Her loyalties are with the last Source. Don't trust her." Catfight! D'Eartha shoots the underling a look that would sear the paint off the side of a battleship as Kurzon asks her why she's offering him her assistance. She's a creature of habit, she claims -- one who repeatedly allies herself with "the ultimate power." Should Kurzon off this unnamed witch, nothing will prevent him from becoming the next Source. Kurzon smiles, letting us all know he's bought this line of B.S.