Jonesy mumbles incoherently, and Ben tells him, "Don't try to talk." Ben sits down on the ground and lowers his head as the vultures circle lower and lower. One lands a short distance away. Seriously, this is faster than driving to Cheyenne? It's almost sunset now.
Casa de Creepy. Brother Justin is in Balthus's room, giving him a stern talking-to. He says that he's very disappointed in Balthus, and asks, "Do you really hate me so?" From his bed, Balthus looks up and nods as vigorously as he can. Heh. Justin sits on the bed and sighs sadly about how confused Balthus is: "You had your chance to kill me, and you failed." He tucks Balthus in.
Ben lifts his head a little and peers around at the vultures that have mostly landed now in a wide circle around Jonesy. Wah, I wanted a rain of birdies. And it would have been great if one of the vultures fell out of the sky and landed on Jonesy's head, killing him instantly. Come on, that would have been hilarious. Ben slowly moves over and puts his hands on Jonesy's head and chest.
Justin suddenly hunches over and falls onto the floor in Balthus's room. He moans and flails his arms around, trying to grab something. Balthus tries to turn his head to see what's going on. Justin goes on convulsing, and Balthus smiles a little. Justin relaxes and pulls himself back onto his feet, looking disgruntled.
Ben sits back, tired out. Jonesy looks up at him. He's still coated with hardened tar, but his face is all healed. "Hawkins?" he gasps. Jonesy sits up and looks around as we see the sad little feathery piles of dead vultures on the ground. Aw. And then a magical vulture swoops in and digs up some worms, and heals one of the dead vultures, which kills the worms, who call up their magic wormy avatar, who....Oh, never mind. Jonesy peels off the tar that was covering his left eye and looks at it quizzically. Then he looks at Ben for a while.
A little later, Jonesy's on his feet. He asks, "You did this? That's impossible." Ben smirks, "Everything's impossible, till it ain't." Well said. Jonesy guesses that Ben really is a healer, and Ben says, "That's part of it." Jonesy paces back and forth in the dirt as he asks if Ben's a saint. Ben says no. Jonesy figures Ben's not an angel, either. Jonesy continues pacing around aimlessly as he peels more tar off his body. After some staring into space, Jonesy suddenly turns and gasps, "You son of a bitch!" He runs at Ben, asking for a knife. I love how Ben jumps up like he thinks Jonesy's going to attack him. Nice moment. Jonesy kneels down, repeating his demands for a knife, and Ben realizes that he's not in trouble. He hands over the knife, and Jonesy cuts his leg brace off. We see Jonesy's bare, unscarred knee. Jonesy rubs his knee and grins, then tosses the knife back to Ben as he starts chuckling and running around. "Woo!" says Jonesy. This goes on a while.