Spencer, I don't know if you know this but Spencer's having a rough time lately. She crawls upstairs to her parents' high-tech robotic shower sauna spa space vehicle, turns the steam up to "relatively steamy," and settles down for a nice schvitz. But at some point, A manages to wedge a plunger in the glass door, trapping her, and then hack the robot mind of the robot shower, setting it to "kill." A setting, I would suggest, we don't really need in our robot showers.
Nobody's around, we do a graceful little tour of the quiet Hastings home to confirm nobody's around, and Spencer realizes that -- while life has of late had its ups and downs -- ultimately she would like to live. Or at least not die in such a humiliatingly Hannah Horvath fashion. Rousing herself to alertness, she bashes at the door, calling again and again for her scary-ass sister, but just as Spencer's noting the steam-written A message on the mirror -- Get steamy with Wren, get steamy with me! -- it's Aria who busts in there, handily saving the day by taking three steps and unjamming the plunger.
Two things: First of all, still worth it. I could handle a fair amount of time in the bain-marie knowing that was market price for some Wren action. Negligible, really. And second, any other scenario you'd be looking at a lawsuit that would, at the least, allow Spencer's parents to come visit every now and again. In Rosewood? We're just happy to come out of there alive. Lobster-ruddy and pruned up to all hell, but alive.
Hanna comes home to Ashley drinking, alone at the kitchen table. Nothin' new there, but she rarely does it in the dark. Mostly when she's feeling like Marion Crane, like when she embezzles, or mugs old ladies, or fucks cops, which is how she's feeling tonight.
Hanna: "Gah! That was so scary! Turn on a light, man!"
Ashley: "Hanna, I may have... Killed Detective Wilden. I might have done that."
Hanna: "And the problem would be?"
Ashley: "Listen, I'm tits up. Can you drive me back to the scene of my homicide to check it out?"