Back in Frontierland Hell, Sam and G.I. Jake bang on an old piece of farm equipment, trying to break off a few lengths of iron bar for defensive purposes, until Jake just whatevers and yanks a big chunk off with his bare hands. His super-special ability, you see, is super-strength, and we listen to his sad tale of woe for a while, and it's nothing we haven't heard before with the headaches and the bizarre ability suddenly manifesting itself under stressful circumstances, so let's skip ahead to the bit where they exchange gloom-and-doom stories relevant to their current situation. On second thought, let's not and say we did, and instead skip ahead to Sam and Ava laying down a circle of rock salt back at the decrepit hotel, shall we? Ah. That's better. The circle encompasses an entire room, from the doorframe to the windowsills, so the four have a little space to move around, in case you were wondering. And after they've completed this task, Sam and Ava indulge in a little heart-to-heart during which Sam finally at long last admits that Ava's Brady is capital-D Dead. Ava's touchingly stricken by the news, but because she collapses once again into Darling Sammy's open arms against his remarkably broad chest, she can go to hell. Well, because of that, and because she's secretly evil, of course, but we'll be getting to that later. "I think I'd still hate her even if she weren't secretly evil!" You and me both, Raoul. You and me both.

Some time later, Sam slouches in a chair by the windows while G.I. Jake stands guard at the door with his iron bar. No, not like that. Get your filthy minds out of the gutter for once in your lives. In any event, Dear Little Doomed Gay Stoner Andy's crashed out at the table, and Ava sits tensely in a chair of her own, lost in thought. Sam struggles to remain awake, but eventually allows his head to droop for a moment, and when he lifts his eyes to the door once more, he finds himself...staring into the yellow cataracts covering The Ceiling Demon's eyes! DUN! Sam scrambles backwards in his chair and screams out a warning to G.I. Jake, but the soldier remains oblivious as The Ceiling Demon calls out a cheerful, "Howdy, Sam!" Like daughter, like father. By the way, they answered my wish and convinced Frederic Lane to recreate his role for the season finale. Excellent. Anyway, Sam shakes his shaggy head around before blurting, "I'm dreaming!" The Ceiling Demon simply smirks a bit at this and, advancing past the still-clueless G.I. Jake into the room despite the line of salt, growls, "Whaddya say you and I take a little walk?" The camera spends about fifteen indecisive seconds racing in on each of their faces before settling for Frederic Lane's right before everything vanishes into the METAL TEETH CHOMP!