Julian nodded at Charlie's question as he checked the sink for where they had both puked in it yesterday. He hoped they didn't have to go through DNA testing, and grimaced at what he saw. "Yeah, I remember her. She was wearing a wedding gown, but I didn't spend a lot of time looking at her face. I mean... she was stuffing it with cake and also had a dead guy she was carrying around..."

Julian glanced through the fridge and freezer as well, seeing what was left there. Apparently, the woman was eating nothing but cake... but was she really there? There had to be fingerprints, right? Some sort of proof she had been actually here. If it wasn't the actual bride... "I never went upstairs," Julian noted. "Did you see anyone besides her and her husband?"