Blair's phone rings out once, into the silence, and then again. "Ignore it," she says, and something in her back, in her mouth as she's pushing at him, some fear or shiver in the dark, tells him the story. He dives her for phone, and the story ends on the bed, tangled up like school kids, fighting over the phone. He reads the text, and the words rearrange themselves as he's looking at them, telling a new story: "This will be easy." Chuck, in real life. "You're so bad!!!!" Every exclamation point deliberate, aimed at his heart. He throws the phone at her, on the bed, and leaves again. "You almost had me."

The credits of How I Met Your Mother... My mistake. They're the endless stupid photographs of Max, blown bright into genius by the considerable power of teenagers convinced they invented everything. Damn, Willa Holland is beautiful. Sometimes it takes you by surprise. Agnes's phone rings and she screams at the person on the other end for awhile about how she is a bitch, and the whole time Max is begging for the beatdown, and Jenny's finally like, "You must've taken, like, a million pictures tonight... " Max blows her off and continues to be annoying, but she's a little bit uncomfortable.

"You only see me for the clothes that I wear.../ Or did the interest go so much deeper?/ It must have been the color of my hair! What you wanted was never made clear/ Behind the image was ignorance and fear/ You hide behind this public machine/ Still follow the same old scheme/ ...Somebody had to stop me/ I'm not the same as when I began, I'll not be treated as property/ I'm not the same as when I began, it's not a game of Monopoly..." He reaches out and moves her hair out of her eyes; she shivers. "I like photographing you, though." When you leave the world that makes sense how are you supposed to know what's okay?

"That was Trish and Saskia, they just got off work so they want to meet up. Now." Jenny begs off, citing her work again, and Agnes shakes her head. In the new world, this makes sense: this is work. "Trish and Saskia are like the hottest stylists." Max nods. "You should meet these girls. They do editorial for Nylon and Paper all the time." Jenny agrees that this sounds awesome, but continues to protest. "No no no, listen sweetie, just come and say hi for like five minutes. That's nothing! You can sleep when you're dead, baby!" Which, Jenny points out, is tomorrow, when Eleanor kills her. "I'm gonna have to pull an all-nighter as it is. I really have to go." Agnes gives in, but as Jenny's gathering her shit, disappears -- still wearing the dress. Jenny pushes her way through the crowd and out onto the street, spotting Agnes just as she's getting in a cab. She laughs in horror and dials, but it's just voicemail: "This is Agnes. You know what to do, bitches." I swear Jenny goes, "Shit." Gossip Girl's loving it: "Sorry J, but in the real world, you can't take a note to the principal when a drunken model eats your homework." Trust!