"What'd you see?" Chris asks. "A woman being attacked," she replies. "Where?" Chris wonders. Phoebe stares at him, all, "This is the last goddamned thing I need today," as The Sinister Oboe Of Wacky Arabian Stereotypes escorts us on over to, well, New Mexico, from the looks of things. No, seriously -- they've slotted some stock footage of a long-abandoned mud-walled Navajo fortress into this sequence for the establishing shot. Whatever. Phoebe and Big Gay Chris warily enter the cave from Phoebe's premonition, which Chris places "in a desert in the Middle East." "Are you sure your scrying wasn't off?" he asks as they glance around the chamber. "Maybe Jinny is an archeologist," Phoebe offers. "Yeah," Chris snots, "why would an archeologist in the Middle East send a letter to an advice columnist in San Francisco?" Note to Curtis Kheel: Having a character with a reputation for general snarkiness comment on the stupidity of a plot point does not excuse that plot point's stupidity. Got it? Good. Moving on. "She said she was with a controlling man?" Phoebe lamely offers with a wince, knowing how idiotic it all sounds. "You're missing my point," Chris duhs as he plants himself in front of a jury-rigged bit of scaffolding by the wall. "What if this is a trap?"
The two happen to notice a slight depression in the cave floor at this point. Big Chris bends to examine some freshly unearthed bones just as a scimitar flies through the space his lanky mane had been occupying to embed itself in the wood. Phoebe, mouth agape, spins on her heel to find two Fauxrabic-spewing nomad types blocking the cave's entrance. One of the arrivals unsheathes another scimitar, so Phoebe hastily yanks a couple of suspiciously convenient potion vials from her jacket pocket and hurls them in the intruders' direction. Both nomads instantly erupt, spraying the chamber with demonic shards. "You think anyone heard them?" Chris murmurs as a yellowish demonic dart nails him in the shoulder. He snipers to the dirt in agony as Phoebe wheels around again to spot a oh, Christ, but this is a lousy effects shot. The rather attractive demon from her premonition comes "flying" through the cave's entrance on an undulating Persian carpet. Problem is, they've screwed up the scale of the digital insert relative to the static shot of the entranceway, so the rather attractive demon looks like a midget. God, I hate this show. Big Chris battles the pain in his shoulder to flip some telekinetic mojo at another grid of scaffolding, which tumbles to the floor in front of the crappy digital insert, halting the crappy digital insert's progression through the chamber. Demon Boy, who sort of looks like Chris Carmack's older, unfortunately goateed brother, rears back on his "flying" carpet, dropping a garishly-decorated shampoo bottle to the ground in the process. He howls and sneers as Phoebe whips another potion vial at him. The vial falls short and explodes harmlessly beneath the carpet, but Demon Boy's had enough and throws the thing into reverse so his crappy digital insert can flee the room.