Naturally, the note was unsigned.
I believe he's flying in on the seventeenth, though of course I won't be sure until he calls me from baggage claim to have me pick him up, at which point I will tell him to get a goddamned cab like a normal person, after which he will get all shrieky on the telephone claiming he can't take a cab like a so-called "normal person" because he's of the dragonly persuasion, in case I haven't noticed, and could I stop wasting time chattering on and on and on at him like that endlessly and fetch him right away? And I'll do it, because I want to know what the fuck he was doing in Italy for the last four months.
I'll be keeping you updated, I'm sure.
So, where was I? Oh, yes: When the dripping is done, we fade up to find Richard Roman at his desk in SucroCorp's tackily-appointed world headquarters, rather disdainfully surrendering his body mike to one of Ms. Jane's associates as his ever-helpful personal assistant, Leviathan Susan -- whom we last saw with a gaping bullet wound in her head, if memory serves -- enters to announce his next appointment. She also sets a briefcase down in front of him, which he opens to find The Metatron Stone. The two exchange A Look Fraught With Significance, after which Leviathan Susan turns to leave, only to be brought up short when Richard Roman calls out, "Are we still looking for a rep in mainstream media?" "We are," Leviathan Susan confirms. "Wunderbar," Richard Roman replies, adding, "Put a replace order on Gloria, there." Leviathan Susan takes a moment to eye the freshly imperiled Ms. Jane, who's currently futzing about obliviously with her producer in the lobby, then wonders, "And with the corpse?" "Call Chef Fieri," Richard Roman suggests. "I feel like barbecue." DUN! Or, you know, not. I mean, it's not like we'll actually be witness to the unfortunate Ms. Jane's untimely demise this evening, because that would be -- oh, I don't know -- entertaining, and God knows we can't be having any of that sort of nonsense during tonight's episode, am I right?