The next day, Zoey's kvelling over the loveliness of the church where she and Demetri are about to get married. The pastor says, "I'm happy to let you use the space, but since you're not members here and since you didn't do any premarital counseling --" Demetri breezily stamps all over that concern with "We don't need any premarital counseling. We've been living together for a year." The pastor sighs, "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." The upshot: the church is Demetri and Zoey's for the using, but they'll need an officiant. Hey! Try Dyson Frost! He's been spying on you from the choir loft, so clearly he's got some interest in the goings-on.
As dusk falls, Mark and Wedeck are shooting the breeze in Wedeck's office, and Wedeck smoothly lies about how he couldn't track down Aaron: "I guess he didn't want to be found." Mark looks like he might suspect Wedeck of lying, but before he can make any pointed comments to that effect, Vreede comes in with surveillance footage of Frost walking out to his 1971 Citroen DS -- powder blue, silver top, and matching the description given at the shelter. Wedeck is all, "Hold the phone: Dyson Frost made a videotape for you 19 years ago, then encoded a phone number for you to find, then after all that, instead of meeting with you, he's murdering a homeless guy?" Gosh, when you put it that way, it sounds illogical. Mark valiantly attempts to justify where this is headed with, "He used my gun to do it. He may be crazy, but he isn't random. There's a method here. We just don't understand what it is yet."
Demetri is home alone in his loft, getting ready for his wedding alone, and let me stress how very alone he is. Because when you've spent the past few weeks learning that your murder is tied to the death of an evil genius who's got the drop on you, flashforward-wise, why wouldn't you spend the day before your presumed death completely unguarded? Gaaaaaah. This is, of course, why Demetri ends up knocked out by Dyson Frost.
And now, the amusing wedding scene where the groom's half of the bridal party is talking shop and it takes the mother of the groom to point out that her son's not picking up his cell, so maybe something's wrong? Because there is no need for this scene to have even happened if anyone had thought, "Gosh, let's keep an eye on the guy scheduled to be murdered in less than 24 hours," let's look at the bright sides here. First up: Janis looks fabulous in a merlot-colored dress and her hair all did. Mole-ing pays for the good coifs, it seems. Second, Vreede as the officiant, in his all-white suit, is just about the most glorious thing ever. If the man ever wants to leave the FBI, he should move to Vegas to hold down a wedding chapel. Third, Zoey makes a lovely bride, even when realizing that her worst nightmare has just begun unfolding in real time.