Oh, and he's getting it! Because Dead Jolene's freshly widowed husband Scott is now tearing through the emergency room in frantic search for his wife, and he dissolves into wracking sobs when he sees her rapidly cooling corpse spread out on the operating table, and he nearly runs straight through Dimwit El Deano to keen and wail over Dead Jolene's body, and Dimwit El Deano has the gall to look very, very sad. Shut up, dickwad. By the way, Scott's sporting a jacket that makes him look like a delivery boy for Union Oyster House, which is terribly confusing to me, because I thought we were in California, not Massachusetts.

Sometime later, Dimwit El Deano stands watch up in the 12-year-old wretch's room as the little brat and her rather vampiric father jubilantly plan a post-hospital vacation. Tessa eventually materializes at his side to urge him to kill the goddamned little girl already before anybody else gets hurt, but Dimwit El Deano again refuses to do his fucking job, despite the fact that Tessa correctly points out that the little brat's continued existence is "disrupting the natural order." "Chaos and sadness will follow her the rest of her life," Tessa warns. Unfortunately, Dimwit El Deano's not listening to her, because he's crossed to the room's window to watch as Grieving Scott staggers out of a bar across the street to pour himself into his car. Instantly panicking, Dimwit El Deano gruffs, "Give me a minute!" and vanishes.