Today when Maggie went up to Vicki's room I expected her to say "Who the hell are you?" when she walked in the door and saw her on the bed.
I thought the women would commiserate over their bizarre and awful love lives:
MAGGIE: Hey, New Vicki...whatcha been up to?
NEW VICKI: Jeff realized he was Peter Bradford so we got married at 3 this morning. Then we went to the Collinsport Inn, but the desk clerk was dead, so we just picked a room and took it. We drank warm champagne, I gave him a cheap engraved Timex, then he disappeared back into 1795. And you?
MAGGIE: I married Nicky Blair in a Black Mass ceremony where I was anoited with the blood of the owl, the raven, and the bat. I wore this horrible dress and veil and robin-blue pumps. Then Nicky was sucked back down into Hell in a fireball.
NEW VICKI: Geez...
MAGGIE: Yeah...
NEW VICKI: Think we'd be better off as lesbians?
MAGGIE: It couldn't be any worse...
NEW VICKI: Lock the door. And don't tell Carolyn. She'll wanna be in on it.