Outside, looking up at the DUMBO loft sadly and super-intensely and scarily, Bart calls his PI and takes back his original plan not to investigate why his wife was institutionalized. And speaking of boundaries?

"Excuse me," Vanessa chirps like anybody cares, "I have to go call my folks." She takes off into the other room, and GG practically gives a standing o: "But the thing I'm most thankful for? How even on the most giving of days, people can still do something unforgivable!" Me too! We are so in sync, Gossip Girl! Thank you for going to rehab. Vanessa rifles through the pages:

Dear Jenny -- I always try to be as honest as I possibly can. That's kind of hard when you come from a family like mine. Honesty really isn't something...

...But I can't hide the way I really feel about you. The emotions are too strong for me to just pretend that they don't exist -- I think about you all the time. Now that your brother knows about us, I have to stay away from you... But I don't want to. I really care about you. I just don't know what to do. -- Nate

Vanessa puts the letter back in her bag and heads to the table, to watch Jenny and silently plot how best to fuck everything up for everybody. "Signed, stealed and delivered, I'm yours... Gossip Girl."

I'm thankful that Vanessa's crimes are increasing at a directly proportional rate to her occasional brilliance, like, yes you saved Nate's family and fortune, but then you committed a felony of such interpersonally shitty proportions that everything just got awesome. I'm thankful that people don't take Blair's fake freakouts seriously, but take her real ones very seriously. I'm thankful that Jenny is finally home, not because I didn't love Agnes and Jenny's storyline the most of anything that's ever happened to her, but because it was running out of gas. I'm thankful for Agnes. I'm thankful that Eleanor pulled herself together so impressively this week, and that she's marrying Cyrus. I'm thankful that somebody is going to die next week, because that means these bitches will still be crying and wailing well into the new year. But most of all, without even really regard to the reasons, I'm just thankful that Vanessa feels bad. Let's hope it gets worse before it gets better. XOXO.