Man-Killer of the Canadian Suburbs, or, It's Rainin Men

So OK, they've been pushing and pushing the Granthony thing, which grinds on with enervating inevitability, and now, out of the blue, after weeks of Saint Michael's continuing trials at the hands of both the burninating Kelpfroths and the stubborn Muse, first a hot firefighter shows up, and then -- THEN -- who comes to visit Our Lady of Filial Duty, Elizabeth, but ... WARREN!

Yes, Warren the Studly Helicopter Pilot, long ago cast off after being used most foully -- remember, she had Paul, aka Canada's Finest, drive her to where Warren could pick her up in his 'copter and ferry her the rest of the way home (or maybe it was the reverse order?) and then ditched him? hoo boy, that took a set of stones.

Liz: GET IN THAT CHOPPER AND FLY AWAY! FLY FAR FAR AWAY AND DON'T EVER LOOK BACK! IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT CAN KEEP YOU FROM THE 'STACHE OF DOOOOOOOM!!!