Arthur Frobisher and his guru/spiritual advisor/random guy in a scarf with a pocketful of Deepak Chopra visit the site of Frobisher's shooting. As Frobisher uses his cane to point out all the highlights of his near death experience, Scarfy flips through his "Guide to Acting like a Spiritual Douche" and tells Frobisher to breathe through it all and put it behind him. Frobisher tells Scarfy that he owns all the land and wants to build a healing center right here on this very piece of earth where he almost lost his life. Frobisher starts turning in circles and pointing with his cane saying right here could be the deep-breathing fire ring and over there could be the drumming circle and right here could be the thing with the horses. Scarfy nods in agreement just shaking his head along with all of Frobisher's wild gesticulations. Heck, if he can get one crazy rich white guy to buy into his scarf-wearing heavy breathing drum circles why can't he get all of them? Frobisher pulls something out of his pocket. It's the bullet the doctors gave him as a souvenir of his past life as a murderous dick. He buries the bullet in the ground and declares it to be the foundation of his healing center. Scarfy is starting to look a little dubious of going into business with a man who carries around a bullet that was yanked out of his kidney. As Scarfy twirls his finger around his head and points at Frobisher, Frobisher suddenly realizes that even his paid spiritual guide is suspicious of his motives. Frobisher is so manic about the healing center that Scarfy has no choice but to start spouting holistic hooey about the sun and darkness and difficult journeys and upping Frobisher's Thorazine level. Frobisher swears that he wants this to be a new beginning for him. And wouldn't "new beginning" be a great name for the center? Scarfy gives him his blessing, because, you know, he's paid to. Besides: hey, free healing center!