(And I trust that you, dear reader, will not be informing Raoul that I just forgot about all of this, yes? Good.)

So. Where were we? Oh, yes: METAL TEETH CHOMP! Well, sort of. First Dean has to wonder who The Woman In White is, then Dream Bobby has to gasp, "My wife!" and then The Undead Mrs. Bobby gets to lurch forward into the METAL TEETH CHOMP!, but whatever.

The Heroin Suite. Our Intrepid Heroes zonk out on their respective beds until a shuddery edit wallops us all into Sam's brightly lit version of Bobby's nightmare, and it's a terribly inviting place to be, what with its carefully manicured lawn and exquisitely precise landscaping, so Dream Ginormotron decides to amble lankily through the saturated primaries for a bit. ...Good for him?