Left with little other choice, Bobby regains his composure and enters the church proper to watch as Rufus vanishes off to the side of the altar, leaving Bobby alone with a sextet of red-robed choristers, each of whom looks just as surprised as he does when a minor earthquake starts knocking the hymnals out of the pews. And when the shaking is done, the various choristers blink out into the ether, both solely and in groups of two, after which the banks of overhead lights slowly shut down until Bobby's left in the dark. "Hello, Mr. Singer," a voice calls out, and Bobby turns to find himself staring into the face of a preternaturally calm and impressively bearded gentleman who's sporting an enviable black coat. Lightning flickers through the church windows as the bearded gent swings his pocket watch around on its chain and, after an appropriate moment of high-tension foreboding, the gent rather mellowly announces, "Your time's up." Dun-dun-DUN! Also: WE KNOW. Also also: METAL TEETH CHOMP!

Dream Church. Immediate aftermath. "I never heard of a Reaper showing up inside a guy's custard," Bullet-Brained Bobby growls, and DRINK! "You're in a coma, genius," Bobby's Reaper snarkily replies, going on to explain, "This is what happens -- I climb into your 'custard' and fish you out." Bobby's Reaper steps forward to offer his hand, but Bobby just as quickly hops back to maintain the distance between them. "You think you can lose me?" Bobby's Reaper asks. "Gonna try," Bobby of course nods. "You're prolonging the inevitable," Bobby's Reaper exasperates, taking a moment to check his pocket watch for whatever reason, and that's a very bad move on Bobby's Reaper's part, indeed, for it allows Bobby the opportunity to toddle off towards Rufus's last apparent location. "I can find you anywhere!" Bobby's Reaper calls out as Bobby himself exits the scene through a door at the far side of the altar. "Even in this gin-soaked rat maze," Bobby's Reaper somewhat disdainfully continues, but it's too late, for Bobby's already out of earshot, having long since toddled himself into...