The beautiful set isn't exactly one Chanel would pick on purpose, but she's three drinks in and this party isn't amusing to her anymore. She isn't sure if it's the loud interruptions, or the stupid sets, or just, oh, the fact that so many of her friends and brother are about to go themselves killed in a basement. She knows she should go with them, but Trudy's in charge of that stupid group. And there's nothing she can do to stop it. The feeling of so much floating just beyond her control is frustrating. To say the least. So she's separated from all her friends. Even (especially?) Chanel Addams needs a place sometimes, to dramatically fling herself across a couch and let out a frustrated half-scream.

This cues a laugh from the studio audience.

And then she realizes she's dressed in a bright sundress, hair immaculate but in a high bun. "Oh, you know what." She hisses. "FORK."

The laughtrack goes again, and Chanel sends up double blurred-out middle fingers. Somehow, despite all her worries, she's the one who landed in hell tonight.