Meanwhile, in Apartment 3-G...

Well, that doesn't look like a comfortable pose. Was she in the middle of doing jumping jacks when that migraine hit? Or was she about to throw a low inside changeup? Whatever it was, she's been standing in that position for so long, some industrious spider has used her back as the support for a web of Brobdingnagian proportions!

But never mind that now. Just where th' heck is Marianne, anyway? She flew with Tony to Washington because he had been subpoenaed or somethin', so I presume she's staying at a hotel. Of course, the manic manner in which she bolted off that runway suggests she could be anywhere by now. Maybe she even wandered into some stranger's house, Robert Downey Jr.-style! That sounds more likely to me than a hotel. Because if it's a hotel... hoo-boy! A spindly, skeletal brass footboard, the thinnest mattresses available, and dust ruffles that haven't been cleaned since the Garfield Administration--! Is this the Lizzie Borden room at FantaSuites? Jeebus. She'd be safer sleeping on that sprawling, Ditko-esque chair in the back... providing the alarmingly-angled legs don't break off in the middle of the night.

And then there's the fabric they used for the drapes. Look familiar? Run, Marianne! The jumpsuited terrorists are coming from inside the house!