Manor. Big Gay Chris poses prettily at the window while behind him, Raige scries for the Dolt in great, sweeping circles over a map of the world. I take that back. She's actually scrying for him over maps of San Francisco, the world, and the solar system, like she's gonna orb her braless ass to Mars on the off chance the crystal slams down in that general area. Phoebe enters to shit all over Raige's diligent efforts, noting that scrying only works when the scryer scries with a personal item of the scryee. Oh, shut up. You know exactly what I meant by that. Raige smugly hoists a plaid shirt into the air. Hee. "I was thinking something a little more special than that," Phoebe snots. "[The Dolt] loved those shirts," Raige sagely intones. "His entire closet's full of them." Dude. Shout-out. And speaking of closets, Phoebe and Her Fucking Backup Band have apparently detected Big Gay Chris's, for she wheels around to spit, "What's your problem?" at his back. His pretty, pretty back. Demian pet the pretty pretty Big Gay Chr-- what? Oh. Sorry. Big Gay Chris huhs? for a second before masking his true thoughts by ordering them to focus on their sister, not their "ex-brother-in-law." There's one absolutely raging moment during this exchange wherein Big Gay Chris plants his hands on his hips and sasses Raige with, "Well, you better find another way, 'cause you are not gonna find him, missy." Okay, I added the "missy," but it was there in the intonation. Atta girl.