Pat and Brenda, waiting outside the wrong museum. They're grinning, while the Ominous Music of Doom plays. It strikes me that one of Pat and Brenda's problems here was that they were in first place, and they may well have been unalarmed by the fact that no other teams were at the wrong museum when they got there, because they may well have assumed that nobody else successfully figured out the wheel before it closed. Had they been clumped with other teams, I think their suspicions might have been raised. They walk around the museum, and they find a place where you can look down through glass at a pendulum below. "There's the pendulum," Brenda remarks. "There's a pendulum," Pat says presciently. "That's it," Brenda reasonably, but wrongly, responds. They look inside and don't see a cat.

Notre Dame. Paul and Amie, Davey and Margaretta, Lenny and Karyn, Nancy and Emily, all approaching.

Team Guido, refreshed from a night of coffee and self-love, walks toward the Pantheon at 10:00 AM. Spotting it, Joe busts out his most irritating moment yet: "Voila! So say the Frohhhhnsh." Yeah, okay. You're so fucking French you can say "Voila." I can say "caveat emptor," and it doesn't make me Julius Caesar, so just pipe down, chucklehead. They see the other teams, and Bill somewhat dispiritedly remarks as follows: "Rob and Margarita are here, and Frank and Brennan." See? I think Margarita WAS making out with Rob, and Bill can just sense the sexual tension from across the street. In other news, can I just ask why the Guidos are so surprised? What did they think was going to prevent the other teams from finding their way to the Pantheon sometime before ten in the morning? I mean, the wheel opened an hour ago, so even if the other teams hadn't made it to the wheel by 12:30 the night before, they'd probably be here now. Just how much smarter than everyone else do these guys think they are?