So, anyway, where were we? Oh, yes: Stupid, doomed Patrick goes traipsing into those plants, and after yowling at him from the clearing for several lengthy minutes, his never-named paramour chases after him. We're then treated to several more lengthy minutes of the two pushing their respective ways through the corn until stupid, doomed Patrick reaches yet another clearing, at which point a brilliant white light opens up above him, and by the time the never-named paramour reaches the same new clearing, Patrick's disappeared, leaving not so much as a blood-encrusted boot behind. "Rats!" Your disappointment is mine, my occasionally faithful recapping companion. "As well it should be, I must...! Wait a minute! And just what do you mean by this 'occasionally,' hmmm!?" I mean if you conveniently "lapse" into another "coma" tonight, I'm going to wring that scrawny little reptilian neck of yours. "Well! I never! In all my years, rarely has my honor been so heartlessly besmirched! Why, I've half a mind to...!" And while Raoul rants away over there atop his overstuffed armchair, let's return to Elwood, where No Name and her low-riding skinny jeans wander about screaming, "Patrick! Patrick!" for a very long time until the camera cranes far above her bleach-blonde head to reveal she's standing in but one section of an absolutely massive crop circle. DUN!