A guest review asked why Annie doesn't understand the basic rules of society. I couldn't reply back so I'll give that person an answer here in case they forgot: Pierce, Shirley, Britta, and Annie are 17th century witches/warlock who were burned at the stake and their spirits were trapped in a spellbook for 320 years. In present day 2013, they're released by Troy and Abed and given their current identities. Yes, I've made it clear that they've adapted to modern talk; that's most likely because they're magically adept at languages. But that doesn't mean they've experienced modern day places or traditions. If you were a 17th century person what would be your view on the modern day hotel or present day weddings? I've also established that Annie is 22, has always been 22, associated with 3 people mostly, and rarely interacted in public. That could be a factor.

Shorter answer: MAGIC!

I hope this answers your question.

Got nothing else to say. Gonna move on.

"I still don't understand," Annie flipped a page from an Us Weekly magazine Jeff had purchased ("Not for me, for you!" he was quick to remind her) as she laid on her side of the hotel bed. "Who are these Kardashians? Why are they famous? What do they contribute to society?"

"I think everyone's been asking themselves that same question for years," Jeff casually quipped as he read his magazine.

Annie shrugged and skimmed some more pages. "And why are people so preoccupied with the 'royal baby'?"

"People love babies for some strange, disturbing reason," Jeff reached for his drink on the nearby side table.

"What about you?"

"What about me?" he took a drink.

"Do you love babies?"

Jeff spat out his drink and began choking. "Annie, what the hell? Why did you ask me that?"

"Just out of curiosity. Why are you making a much bigger deal out of this than it is? It's a simple question."

"Here's a simple answer; no. No, I do not love babies. They're ugly, expensive, ugly things that are a constant reminder that even though you said you were never going to end up like your parents, news flash, you become your parents. And I am never going to be like my father." He turned to face her. "Does that upset you in any way?" She didn't say anything. "If it did I'm sorry, really. It's just, I never liked babies and babies never liked me. I'm not exactly parent material." She just stared at him. "Are you going to say anything?"

"Your father abandoned you too didn't he?"

Jeff sighed and took a pause. "Yeah, he left me and my mom when I was eight years old. What about yours?"

"I don't think you want to hear."

"That painful huh?" Annie turned back to her magazine. "Hey," Jeff put his hand on her hand, "I'm your husband now; you can tell me anything." Annie burst into tears. "What? What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Annie wiped away her tears, "it just sounded really nice when you referred to yourself as my husband."

Jeff reached for a tissue. "Yeah, well don't get used to it." She let out a small laugh as she wiped her tears. "Wanna tell me about your dad?"

"He uh…he abandoned me the day I was born."

"Oh my God that's awful."

"I know it sounds terrible but I can take comfort knowing that when he did it he did it a tragic state of mind. My mother died from some childbirth complication."

"Geez, that's even more awful."

"My father was so upset that he left me in the middle of nowhere to be found by Pierce. When I asked Pierce what happened to my dad…"

"Your dad was so upset that killed himself?" Annie's tears came back as she nodded. "Hey," Jeff took her in his arms and held her close to his chest, "it's okay. Well, no it's actually not but I don't really think there's anything to say in this situation to make you feel better."

"There's just so much I have to tell you that I can't tell you!"

"Well, we did technically meet yesterday and impulsively got married so I can understand not wanting to tell me a few things. It's okay to take things slow sometimes."

"Okay." Annie curled up closer to him.

"Why are you-"

"I like this feeling," she rested her head near his shoulder.

"From your perspective maybe."

"No, not that- though that feeling's nice too."

"Oh you're talking about an emotional feeling. Please don't tell me about it."

Annie let out a contented noise. "I've always dreamed of being in love. Never in my wildest dreams could it be this…frawesome."

Jeff chuckled. "Where do you hear that ridiculous word?"

"From Troy," this was the last thing she said before she drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

"Annie?" Jeff tried to shake her awake to no avail. Sighing in defeat, he turned off the lights. "Goodnight Mrs. Winger," he kissed the top of her head and soon fell asleep with his arms wrapped around her.

…

"Thanks for letting me crash here," Britta threw her broom aside as she stumbled into Casa de Trobed. "Shirley and I have looked everywhere for Pierce and Annie and I'm sooooo tired…and hungry"

Troy greeted her with a granola bar. "Abed and I figured you might be hungry, and a vegetarian, so we got you a granola bar."

"Vegetarian? That the same thing as an herbivore?"

"Yeah, but it's not really a good idea to call people herbivores so they're vegetarians." Britta snacked on the healthy treat. "I also changed my bed sheets for you."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I thought you'd wanna sleep in a bed so-"

"So you're giving me special privileges just because I don't live here? Would you have done this if I was a male guest?"

"Yeah, it's called hospitality."

"I know what hospitality is. You don't have to do anything special for me just because I'm crashing here tonight. I'll be comfortable on the couch."

"Whatever. It's our guest bed anyway. I share a bunk bed with Abed."

"Then why did you say you changed your bedsheets."

"Because it was the bedsheets I had bought and picked out when I our last guest stayed over. Abed and I have different taste in guest bedsheets."

"You didn't gender identify it did you?"

"Pick out pink sheets? No. They're yellow."

"Oh…I like yellow."

"It is a gender neutral color. Plus when I first met you, you were a yellow puff of smoke."

"You remember that?"

"It's kinda hard not to forget the first time you unleash a quartet of magic spirits."

And for the first time in a long time, Britta flashed an authentic smile.

…

"I WILL HAVE MY REVOLUTION!" Changmatian cried from Pelton's apartment.

A sleepy dean stumbled to his apartment terrace. "Chang, it's one in the morning. Get back in here and go sleep."

"I never sleep!"

"Oh great, he needs to take his anti-crazy pills."

"I will never rest until I return to my Chang-glorious body! I will have my revenge! I will have my revolution! I WILL SLEEP WITH MY WIFE AGAIN!" The dean picked up a squeaky toy that he kept around his apartment (for some unknown reason). For another disturbing reason, the squeaking got Chang excited.

"See the toy! See the toy! Fetch," Pelton threw the toy and Chang chased after it. Immediately, Pelton closed the terrace doors. As his back was turned, he failed to notice Changmatian ram his head until the wall until he heard the thud. This did manage to knock Changmatian unconscious. "Well that solves that problem," he went back into his room where Duncan Cat was waiting on the bed. "I got him to shut up."

"Good God, he's annoying. I still don't know how you managed to talk me into coming here with him."

"I figured until the two of you are human again you need to someone to take care of you guys."

"Balderdash!" After a pause, Duncan went closer to the dean. "I hate to be a bother but could you scratch me behind my ear?" Pelton obliged. "Oh yeah, that feels good."

"Is it me, or does this remind you of that last night of spring break?"

"Let's never talk about that again," Duncan Cat rested on the empty pillow. "Goodnight Craig."

"Sweet deans Duncan Cat."

…

The woman at the bar slapped Pierce across the face and muttered, "Racist prick," as she stormed away.

"It was an innocent observation!" Pierce called back to her. "Pfft, women," he gestured for the bartender. "Can I get another one of these things?"

"How many have you had?" he asked.

"This one was my first," the bartender narrowed his eyes, "honest, it was." The bartender said nothing else and poured Pierce another drink. "What do you call this discovery?"

"A double 7 and 7."

"Peculiar name," Pierce downed the drink. "Does this drink have a recipe I can borrow?"

"Look it up online."

"On what line?" the bartender laughed. "I'm serious, on what line?"

"How 'bout another drink?"

…

"I thought the spell was irreversible," Troy was lying in bed next to Britta and they were carrying on a conversation.

"Well, yeah, but only a full-blooded witch or warlock can undo any spell witches like Shirley and I cast. I know magic seems complicated to you but-"

"I'll learn." There was a brief moment of silence as they stared up at the ceiling. "We did a good thing letting Annie go."

"I know she'll be happy with Jeff."

"Even though Winger men have miserable marriages?"

"Any curse can be broken by true love."

"And you think Jeff and Annie are each other's true love? Even before Jeff gave her the potion?"

"Annie told us she thought she was falling for Jeff before she even drank it."

"She did?"

"What else could I do but laugh? I should have taken her more seriously, but I didn't. Then Annie drank the potion and…and I thought that maybe, just maybe, this was supposed to happen."

"Like it was her destiny or fate."

"Yeah." Britta didn't say anything for a minute. "Troy?"

"Yeah, Britta."

"Do you think I'll ever find true love?"

They simultaneously turned to each other. "Yeah, and it'll be with some animal loving free spirit exactly like you."

"I don't think I want someone exactly like me. I mean, opposites attract right?"

"Right."

"I want the kind of relationship you and Abed have but more…you know more romantic."

"Abed and I can be romantic!" Britta's eyes went wide. "That did not come out the way I wanted it to!"

"I think I got what you were trying to say."

"You did?"

"I did." Britta and Troy soon found themselves leaning in for a kiss…

…but that didn't happen because Abed entered the room. "Sorry if I was interrupting anything- I doubt it because you're over the covers- but I thought it would be a good time to make sure Jeff was awake. I came to ask if you wanted some breakfast."

"What time is it?" Troy looked at his watch. "Oh my God it's already morning?"

"We stayed up the entire night talking?" Britta was in disbelief.

"Looks that way," Abed nonchalantly remarked. "I'm gonna get some donuts and call Jeff. You can go to bed now if you want." He left.

"I don't know about you Troy, but I…" she glanced over and noticed Troy was fast asleep. Britta let out a little snort. "Good morning Troy," she gave him a kiss on his forehead, and decided to sleep on the couch.

…

Annie answered Jeff's ringing cell phone. "Hi Abed!"

"Hi Annie, nice to hear from you; you seem excited."

"For some reason this phone told me who was calling. I didn't know phones could do that, that's so cool."

"Where's Jeff?"

"In the shower," Annie made sure the bathroom door was closed before continuing on. "Abed, Jeff and I got married."

"I figured you would; it's the titular plot."

'Titular plot?' Annie mouthed in confusion. "Anyway, I've given this some thought and…I'm giving up witchcraft."

"Samantha said the same thing when she married the first Darrin but that didn't last."

"Are Samantha and Darrin friends of yours?"

"Annie, I don't think you can keep that promise. You've been a witch all of your life and have never done anything mortal for extended periods of time."

"Well, I might use magic in emergencies."

"Regardless, I wish you luck in not using witchcraft and in your marriage- would should be miserable but for some unknown reason won't be. My theory is that because the cursee married the curser the curse will be over…that or the ever clichéd true love conquers all thing."

"Thank you for the well wishes Abed, I think."

"I just wanted to make sure Jeff was awake. Tell him I say hi."

"I will."

"Bye Annie."

"Bye Abed," Annie ended the conversation and set the phone back on the nightstand. She thought about last night when she and Jeff came back from the hotel. Annie had completely forgotten about her magic bubble over the food and was afraid that Jeff would notice. As if by chance, he didn't (having been distracted by a call of nature). She was able to remove it before Jeff had any idea, but the nagging 'what if' scenario lingered in her mind.

The way Annie saw it there were two options. She could tell her new husband that she was a witch and hope he would understand and accept her. Or, she could completely give up magic. Though by giving up magic she took the risk of never being able to see her friends again. Then there was a question of what to do in emergencies and magic was the only possible solution. Plus, she couldn't be sure how Jeff would react if he found out she was a witch.

Giving it some more thought Annie realized Abed was right. She spent her whole life using magic. Why should she stop just because she married a mortal? Now more than ever Annie wished she knew what her mother did in this situation. But Annie wanted to experience mortal life if she was going to spend the rest of it with Jeff.

Wasn't she?

NO! Annie shook her head. No, I have to tell Jeff.

Jeff came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe whistling and drying his hair with a hotel towel. "Morning," without giving it a conscious thought, he gave Annie a good morning kiss. "Whaddya say we get some breakfast and we spend the day together?"

Annie gave him a funny look. "Doing what?"

"Whatever. I'm going to take you on a magic carpet ride and we are going to see a whole new world."

"Magic carpets? Those things still exist?"

"Maybe we can squeeze in a classic, well-known children's movie or two. I know we can't experience everything the outside world has to offer you; but at least we can do the fun stuff."

"You don't have to do this for me."

"I want to. And maybe if I spent the day relaxing and having a good time I'll forget that there is a good choice that Alan is going to ruin me in court on Monday."

"That sounds nice." Jeff tousled her hair and headed back to the bathroom. "Jeff!"

"Yeah?"

Annie changed her mind. "Thank you for the good morning kiss."

"Yeah, I have no idea why I did that…but you're welcome," he closed the door behind him.

I'll tell him eventually.

…

"Through here," a police officer unlocked the door to the holding cells.

"Thank you," Shirley thanked as she made her way down. This was an uncomfortable situation for her, but she had sort of been notified (i.e. Pierce accidentally crystal balling the incident while she was searching for him and Annie) and it was her responsibility to get him.

"Hello Honey," Pierce slurred when he saw her.

"Arrested for public intoxication," she 'tsked' three times. "Pierce Hawthorne I am ashamed."

"Hey," he beckoned for her to come close, "these bozos don't believe that I can turn them into kangaroos. Can you help me remember the spell?"

"That alcohol has already affected your brain. I'm debating whether or not a full night in here is good for you."

"Oh come on Honey."

"Excuse you?"

"You wouldn't leave your husband in jail would you?"

"Oh, ew," Shirley covered her mouth. "I just threw up in my mouth a little. Let's get one thing clear: if you ever need a pretend wife, don't you ever call on me."

"I love you too, Sweetheart."

"I'm leaning heavily towards keeping you here overnight. No, no I need your help."

"Ooh, my loving wife needs my help."

"Knock it off with the charade you drunken fool! Pierce, Annie's gone."

"What? Our beautiful biracial daughter with blonde hair is missing?"

"How much of that alcohol have you had?"

"Just one, honest."

"Uhm hmm. I'll get you out of here and whip up something to get you all sobered up so we can find Annie."

"That's why I married you A-bed."

Grimacing in disgust, Shirley suddenly had a thought. "Actually, I think a night here might be of better use."

"What? Why? Don't we have to find what's-her-name?"

"Enjoy your stay."

"WHAT?"

"Ta-ta," Shirley waved goodbye to Pierce as she approached the guard. "I've decided to let him stay here another night."

"Fine by me," the guard shrugged and opened the door.

"Thank you," she made sure everything was alright before pulling out her crystal ball. As she predicted, she didn't get a hold of Britta. So she left a message. "Hello Britta, I found Pierce. Obviously, Pierce was enjoying his experience in the modern world that I think we should keep letting him. While I visited Pierce, I had a thought. Now, it might not seem like something I would usually do or think of, but hear me out. I think we should take the day off from searching for Annie. Don't get me wrong, I am incredibly worried about the poor. It's just…we haven't taken time to get to know our new world like Pierce and I'm sure Annie is out there experiencing it for herself. I think I'm going to get some much needed sleep first. I figured you're doing the same, but I wanted to take a day off. If anything does happen, I'm sure we can fix it all the next time we get together. Ta-ta," Shirley ended the message. "I feel like baking some brownies."

Thought it'd be over soon, did ya? Well, there are some other things that need to be accomplished before they find Annie. Plus a drunken Pierce in jail is a throwback to the movie.

Speaking of the movie I feel there's something else that should be addressed: When Wally (the descendant) didn't get married to the other woman, he ran off with Jennifer (the witch) and the next scene that shows them together he's calling her 'Darling' and kissing her and they elope. Seriously. And after they get married they live happily ever after even though he's been cursed with miserable marriages. WTF? I never understood that. Just because he married the witch who cursed him does that mean the curse is automatically broken? Okay, maybe you can argue there was a bit of friction in the marriage when he learned she was a witch but that quickly subsided. But yeah, that's the best guess I have for why. But just in case, I took the Once Upon a Time route and did the true love thing as well. I mean, Jeff's love for Annie is progressing and they only just got married so it's too soon to say if he'll be miserable.

Don't forget there's a new Community tonight at eight where we get to meet Jeff's dad. I is excited*!

*And yes, I know that's a grammatical fail.