Back to Joan, wandering around the very empty bookstore, browsing and listening to her headphones. Neither Frink nor I can believe a store this size is so...not busy. It's not a big box store, obviously, but it's not a tiny hole in the wall. It's got a high ceiling and lots of natural light, and I can't decide if I like the bookstore better or the Girardis' house. All I know is, I'm envious of a sixteen-year-old girl, and it's not because God's talking to her and not me, although that's interesting and all. There's a montage while Avril Lavigne's song "Tomorrow" ("And I wanna believe you / When you tell me that it'll be okay / Yeah, I try to believe you / But I don't") plays: Joan roaming the bookstore, Kevin eating a sandwich and watching football at home, Lindsay's body being covered and taken away, Will on the phone.
It seems to be late, because it's gotten dark. It's also raining now. Joan's still wandering an empty bookstore. I think Sammy needs to look into a Yellow Pages ad or something. Joan flips through a hefty art book, coming across some paintings and statues of St. Joan of Arc. That's a bit anvilly, but I can deal. She flips the page and sees a painting of Joan being burned at the stake, though in this one she appears more beatific than agonized. Joan seems slightly troubled by it. She suddenly checks her watch and decides it's time to leave. I'm sure it's past six -- Sammy hasn't called to say he'll be late, or see if she's still there, or anything? She throws on her jacket, scribbles a note, and puts it on the outside of the door. Why wouldn't she put it on the counter, or the inside of the door? I wouldn't expect a Post-It note to survive the wind and rain. Whatever. She locks the door and starts to walk away. A middle-aged guy with an umbrella runs up from behind a tree and asks, "You wanna share this?" She looks at him and asks, "Is that you?" Well, who knows what God's going to look like? Except that because you have seen TV before, you know that this guy is a creep, if not the actual murderer menacing Arcadia. But Joan's had one weirdo after another in her life lately, all of them more or less benign, so you can't really blame her for thinking it's God again. He says, "Come on, you're getting wet!" She walks along under the umbrella and suggests they figure out some kind of code word or something so she knows what's going on: "Because that stunt in the cafeteria was très unamusing." Heh. Tray unamusing. He says, "Come on, I'll give you a ride, my car's right here." Joan: "Wow! God has a car." Umbrella Guy: "Yeah." He unlocks it. She adds, "God has a bad car." I'll have to take her word for it because a) I know very little about cars, and b) it's so dark and rainy I can hardly see the thing.