Smash to last week's hovel. Bobby and the boys are already barreling through the front door by the time we arrive, their repeat performance of last week's initial hunt cut short by Bobby's massive freak-out, which continues apace until Bobby finally understands he got shot in the head "out there, in the real world." "There's something I gotta tell you," he blurts in the direction of Our Imaginary Heroes, and while the latter waste what little remains of Bobby's precious brainspace by making various unimportant soothing noises, Bobby himself scrambles around for a pen and paper, eventually scribbling down "454895" in a spiral-bound notebook conveniently left open on one of the side tables. "I didn't have time to tell you what they're cooking up," Bobby needlessly explains as he strips the sheet of paper out of the notebook and shoves it into his jacket pocket. "You need to know!" No sooner has Bobby uttered those last few words, though, than he finds himself shunted over to...

...a candlelit garret, which is currently occupied by a shapely blonde who's barely wearing a silky white slip, and it's time once more for yet another embarrassing confession from yours truly: Totally did not get that this was his wife. Like, at all. For the entire goddamned episode. I believe I mentioned a very, very long time ago that I didn't give a flaming rat's ass about Bobby's sad backstory, and I guess it's showing now. Though, of course, it doesn't help that Bobby's wife has looked entirely different every single time we've laid eyes on her, now does it? In fact, I was surprised to find out that Carrie Ann Fleming played the part the last time around, too, because daaaaaamn. How in hell did they turn the lush and luscious lady we're looking at now into the tired old pie-baking frump she was a year and a half ago? Bravo to the makeup crew, I suppose.