Heading out to the station wagon, the SQ gang finds a note tucked under the windshield wiper. It's from the guy who called them, like, I WONDER WHO IT COULD BE, and he's surprised they actually showed up, and he says he'll be at the downtown library for an hour. And also, free breadsticks at Domino's! "It's a start," says Keel, like, no, the guy told you exactly where to meet him. It's not a cryptic clue, Keel, so quit making your Serious Face. Evelyn asks to be taken to the morgue so she can Scully things up a little.

So at the library is the same repressed jock who is stereotypically wearing a letter jacket and telling some girl that his parents are going to be away for the weekend, and Keel says that that guy saw them in the gym, but Skeet says it's usually not the aggressive ones, since "they have an outlet," and then sees the same puny guy from before who ducks around a stack of books. "It's the quiet ones," says Skeet. He and Keel follow the guy back to the desk where he was working and introduce themselves. The kid's name is Travis. "So you've been having some dreams, huh?" asks Skeet, and Travis looks all embarrassed and says "yeah," like, how much does this resemble a junior high health class film on wet dreams? Travis explains that the dreams began a few days after his thirteenth birthday. That's normal, Travis! You're not weird! Other information gleaned: Travis knew all three victims, Travis is on Ritalin, Travis has not woken up with bite marks on his tongue. Travis is upset because he can't go to sleep -- that's how he's avoiding "killing" people -- but he can't not sleep forever. "Did you sleep last night?" asks Paul. "I tried not to," says Travis, rolling up his sleeve to show marks from where he poked himself with a pin to stay awake. "I did it!" he adds, clearly distraught, but Skeet says they were brutal and violent murders, so if Travis had done it, he'd have a little more than pinpricks on his arm. And Skeet promises to help Travis, who gets skittish when he sees the sheriff's car pull up outside. "I gotta go," he says, and takes off, leaving Skeet and Keel free to expound on various theories. Keel's intrigued by the dream aspect of this case, since there's an Indian tribe in the area with a ritual that gives a young man "dominion over his dream self"; it's a ritual that involves torture and deprivation, which this kid seems to have a lot of. "Pressures which can lead to homicidal rage," says Keel. "You think he's killing these people?" asks Skeet, and Keel's all, did you SEE the way he freaked when the cop car pulled up? Only then they see Travis get in the sheriff's car, prompting Skeet to explain for us all that the sheriff might be the kid's dad.