Spicule and Angel walk through the foggy darkness where the Deeper Well is supposed to be. Spicule is grumbling that they can't find the entrance, but Angel points out a large tree with a suspiciously arch-shaped trunk. Punch it open, Angel! Expand your war to trees! Spicule agrees that it's either the entrance to the Well, "or [to] Christmasland." Angel blinks. Spicule asks, "Do you ever have any fun?" With a flash of lightning, a couple of armored orcs come running out of the tree toward them. Spicule notes, "They even brought us weapons." They went to another country, ready to kick some ass so that they could find a cure for Fred, and they didn't bring any weapons of their own? Spicule asks what Angel's plan is, and Angel says, "Just hold my hand." It's Spicule's turn to blink, but he obligingly takes Angel's hand and then says, "St. Petersburg." Angel replies, "Thought you'd forgotten." The orcs rush toward them, and Spicule and Angel suddenly stretch out a length of wire between them, cutting off the orcs' heads. Yeah, fine, why not? Angel and Spicule grab the orcs' swords as two more orcs arrive, and it's nice that the orcs come out in pairs so as not to overwhelm the good guys through superior numbers. Sigh. Oh wait, after the next pair is killed, four orcs run out. It's totally sensible, then.

At the lab, Knox curses, and tells Gunn that Fred's infection isn't affected by cold. Knox says that he cares about Fred, and that she's like no one he's ever met before. Gunn agrees. The boys bond over the fact that, while they can't actually name a single specific thing about her that makes her so special, she sure is, by gosh. Knox says that he'd like to "be the white knight in this situation," and concludes, "I don't just care about Fred, I practically worship it." Gunn asks why Knox said "It." Knox looks shifty and says, "What?" Gunn repeats the question, and this time Knox says, "Oops." And so once again, Good Might Triumph because Evil is Pathetically Stupid.

Commercials. Johanna says, "If I asked you to hold my hand, you wouldn't do it." I think about that and say, "No, I'd ask why."