Austin is left with the task of choosing between Erin and Martinique. Whoever is not selected will be heading home in disgrace. But fortunately, it's only reality-show disgrace, not the real kind. Austin comments that he's worked with each of them once, but in this case, he's going with Martinique. Heidi gives Erin the cheek-kiss-off. Goodbye, Erin. Or, as they say in Madrid, "auf wiedersehen." Seriously, girl, nobody knew you, so it's not like anyone will think less of you. And give Julia Ormond her face back. Erin's four seconds of fame are occupied by her interview statement that she had a good time and that the girls were "fun to be with." You know, it's those riveting behind-the-scenes insights that just make you feel like you are there.
Heidi wishes everyone luck, and they all head back to the apartments. Once there, as Rob explains in voice-over, they all poke the packages, trying like hell to figure out what might be inside. Clothes, I bet! I bet it's something to do with clothes! Kara comments to the group that her package seems to be the lightest. "Yours is just a Hooters t-shirt," Austin snarks. And really, I have to add that while I like Kara very much, I don't really understand her brown tank top and fuchsia halter, either. For Austin's part, in his interview, he's wearing an extravagant fur coat with a broad, luxurious collar. It's a brilliant combination of tacky and spectacular, like he's pimping out Marie Antoinette. ["I love Austin so much, you guys, you don't even know." -- Wing Chun] Austin opines that, for all they knew, the package "could be your grandmother's fruitcake." There are some terrific Austin/fruitcake jokes lurking about, but I may have startled them, as none of them seem to be alighting on my shoulder at the moment. Back in the apartment, Jay takes a different guess: "You know what I bet they are?" Rob and Kara look up from squeezing the packages to look at Jay, who's enjoying a bowl of cereal. Jay waits a perfect beat before saying, "There's probably babies in there. And we have to raise them over the next eighteen years." Oh, Jay. Try to get them to cut their hair occasionally, would you?