...The Starlight Cannery, where Bobby wades through a crowd of gawkers, ducks beneath the police tape, and strides past a couple of corpse-laden stretchers to flash his fake badge at the officer on duty. "Agent Willis," he pretty much LIES by way of introduction. "How many in there?" "Six dead," the primary officer replies. Apparently, one of Trucker Rick's colleagues walked in with a hunting rifle and just started shooting up the place. Bobby's about to demand full access to the crime scene, I'm sure, when none other than Rufus Turner emerges from the cannery proper, dressed as dapperly as Bobby himself. "Agent?" Bobby begins, barely masking his surprise. "I wasn't expecting you," he hastily adds, trying desperately not to blow his cover. "Well, apparently you didn't get the call," Rufus smoothly shrugs before leading Bobby off to the side for a private chat. "What in the high hell are you doing here?" Bobby grumbles the instant they've wandered out of the primary officer's earshot. "Same as you," Rufus casually replies. "Tracking thirty-one flavors of crazy." They compare notes, and Bobby is most dismayed, indeed, to learn that the cops unloaded eight rounds into the shooter's torso, so they won't be getting any answers from that guy anytime soon. "So, are we partnering on this or not?" Rufus eventually demands. Bobby stares at him. "C'mon, man," Rufus eyebrows, "it's not rocket surgery -- we're here, let's do this." "Just like old times," he coaxes with a grin and a little fist-bump to Bobby's chest. "Long as I get to drive," Bobby grumps. Rufus snickers. "Hell, no." Bobby rolls his eyes heavenwards as Rufus breezes past him out of the frame, but he tags along nevertheless, and before we know it...

...Rufus and Bobby have gained access to the Erie County morgue, where they carefully examine the shooter's mangled remains. Bobby tilts the dead man's head to one side, quite coincidentally noticing something embedded in the guy's ear canal. With a swab helpfully provided by Rufus, Bobby digs around until he hits the mass of bitterly black demonic goo that's been clogging up the corpse's ear. One quick whiff of the crap is enough to convince Rufus that the substance in question is not, in fact, "ecto," but when Bobby insists the stuff represents something "new," Rufus is quick to remind him that "there's no such thing as 'new,'" even though they both know they're dealing with the literal Mother Of All Monsters, who is presumably quite capable of popping out any variety of "new" with very little effort, because both Bobby and Rufus are idiots. The two bang their empty heads together for a few very long moments and eventually realize that, as both the dead shooter and Trucker Rick worked for the cannery, they'd better head back to investigate the place for any signs of demonic incursion posthaste.