We return to the spectacle of all five Supernovices standing, waiting to hear the name of the first one in the bottom three. It's Storm. The crowd moans in disappointment. "Don't you want to hear me sing?" Storm asks them. Sure, but next week, not tonight. This means you're done. Tommy asks her what she's going to sing, and she introduces "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd. Interesting. Haven't heard any Pink Floyd yet.

Jim the Rhythm guitarist starts strumming the intro on an acoustic six-string (as opposed to the twelve-string on the record), and Storm gently shushes the cheering crowd. This is a straight, quiet performance, like she already knows she's going home tonight and she's got something more important to do tonight than grasp at survival. He voice is smooth and pretty, and she stays out near the end of the runway the whole time in this latest of her many black pantsuits. On second thought, it might not be hers; the way it fits her, it might be Dilana's. Looks like Jason also knows she's done tonight, as he actually wipes away a tear. Storm also sheds a tear as she ends on some high "ooohs." I don't shed a tear though. Anyone who tells you I did is a filthy liar, and wasn't even in the room with me when it happened. "That was for you, mom," Storm says, barely holding it together. I don't even know what the deal is with Mama Large, or if there even is a deal, but I can say this: In your face, Lukas. The judges all look deeply bummed, especially Jason, who just stares at his feet, nodding sadly. They've totally decided already.

Will they be this sad about the next person in the bottom three? Probably not, because it's Dilana, and you know she's not going home tonight. With a minimal amount of help from Lukas, she hobbles over to meet Brooke center stage. She doesn't quite have the hang of those crutches yet. She's also wrapped rose vines with dark purple flowers around them. If we actually got to see her walk on them, she might look like a miniature Swamp Thing as reimagined by V.C. Andrews. Before asking what she's singing tonight, Gilby tells her that last night was "one of the gutsiest performances I've ever seen." Dilana and her crazy pointy black leather shoulder pads thank him pleasantly. As for what she's singing, she says, "I haven't once done a punk rock song on this show." The crowd starts cheering excitedly, before she says, "And I'm not about to start now." No, actually, she says she's doing a Cheap Trick song. Gilby looks stoked. "This one goes out to all my fans out there," Dilana says. At this point in the competition, wouldn't it be more efficient to just call them and sing to them over the phone?