Anyway. "How dare anybody do that to my daughter!" Wendy moans. Jay interviews that, normally, Wendy is so cold that when they saw how upset she was, they knew what a big deal it was. "For God's sake, what is this?" she declares angrily in the lounge. Rob asks her where the picture was. She says it was on her table, and Jay tells her that he doesn't think any of the people in the room have enough "hatred" to deface a picture of a child. Rob agrees that none of them would have done it. And...agreed. Wendy complains in an interview, however, that no one is "looking out for [her]." Jay interviews that it could have been any one of a number of people, including one of the models, or -- and this is my pet theory -- Kevin, after she slammed him and he got eliminated, when he was cleaning up his table. I also strongly considered the possibility at the time I saw this that Wendy defaced the picture herself. I don't think that's likely, but I don't think it's impossible either. At any rate, Jay says he'd love to know who did it. "Because I love that kind of dirt," he adds. Oh, me too. In an interview, Rob calls drawing the moustache on the little girl "evil," as well as "not playing the game fairly." I would venture to say it's not really playing the game at all, no? They all leave and head back to the apartments, once Wendy has tried to angrily throw her water bottle at the recycling container, missed, and fished it out from behind, all while trying to retain her dignity. Poor Wendy. First her daughter is defaced, and now she misses the stuff.

Wendy interviews that this traumatic experience caused her to "question" what she can tolerate in order to win. Her hair is really, really strange. To the point where you wonder if it's that way on purpose, and that's never a compliment, really. She's so obsessed with what other people are thinking; what does she think they're thinking about the skunkhead?

Back from another commercial break, Wendy is still griping that she knows the cutthroat nature of the fashion business and so forth, and now she's wondering whether she -- apparently because of her sweetness-and-light personality -- would "fit in." Bleh. And then we watch her putting on those damn red shoes. What does she think is the charm of the clown shoes, anyway? Will there be juggling later? Will she be jamming herself into a little car with a bunch of other designers? Rob, meanwhile, is sketching as he voices over that he's perceived as an "underdog" probably not even expected to get this far, and that he wants to just keep going and make the final three.