In the Metallicar, scenery rushes by the clearly stationary-on-the-sound-stage car. We seem to have been plopped down in the middle of another non-starter fight between the brothers, where Dean is arguing that they need to go find the house Lucas drew because maybe he's psychic and Sam is also arguing that there have been cases where a trauma causes someone to become a little bit psychic and so they should go find the house the kid drew, and it is abundantly clear they are in agreement so what's with the jaw-clenching and staccato line-deliveries of argument? Why insinuate an argument where there is none? Oh, that's right, because the middle "investigation" section of the show is always about as catatonia-inducing as the Tonys. (Cram it, Chita Rivera, you know it's true.)
Dean continues to be nonsensically cranky, saying they'll never find the house, as there's probably a thousand yellow houses in the area. Sam "Stephen Hawking" Winchester suggests that they look for the church featured in the drawing as well. Dean joke-smarms that "college boy thinks he's sooo smart," and the boys fall into a companionable brief silence. Sam's smile fades, and he glances nervously at Dean before trying to tell his older brother that he appreciated hearing him talk about their mother to Lucas. Dean shrugs the comment off, but Sam continues to gaze at his brother like he's an extra-large ramekin of crÃ©me brulÃ©e until Dean shuts him up with his moldy Men are From Mars shtick: "Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?"
The boys walk up to the church Lucas has drawn and look to their right to find the yellow house. We get a shot of the drawing, which also depicts a little boy and red bicycle out front of the house. The boys cross the street, and we cut inside the yellow house, where they ask an old lady if a little boy lives there. She shakes-her-head-by-numbers and tells them that "Peter has been gone for 35 years." Pan across the room to find framed school photos of a young teenager in a '70s turtleneck. The old lady says Peter "just disappeared" and then adds, in an unnecessary echo, that "losing him...it's like dying." As she tells him he just never came home one day, we get a shot of another photo, this time Peter and a friend, arms slung around one another, and unless we're catatonic from just having watched the Tonys (Chita, seriously, get off my back), we know that the friend is Bill "Mouth-Breathing Through the Grieving Process" Carlton.