...he's giving his story to the cops as yet another set of gentlemen from the coroner's office cart Xandir's thoroughly exsanguinated corpse from the office in a body bag. Those guys sure as hell are earning their pay today. "I'll say!" Raoul agrees. "And in the most delightful ways possible!" Oh, just you wait, my impressively fanged companion. The best is yet to come. "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" In any event, Dean Smith spots Sam Wesson at the far end of the hall, and The Gentleman Strangers exchange yet another Look Fraught With Significance across Dead Xandir's corpse before...

...Memos! Forms! Pencils! Phone! Oh, wait -- that didn't fit the pattern. Ah, because it's a call from Dean Smith, ordering Sam Wesson up to his office, pronto. Sam Wesson arrives to find Dean Smith changing his shirt, so I guess the pussy little dickbag got some of Xandir's guts on his precious French cuffs anyway, but that's not important right now, because no sooner has Sam Wesson shut the office door when Dean Smith barks, "So, who are you?" at the flustered arrival. "I'm not sure I know," Sam Wesson half-smiles and half-shrugs, trying to make light of one severe identity crisis, indeed, but now's not the time for that, because we must first listen as Dean Smith hems and haws and praises the detoxifying effects of The Master Cleanse before he finally gets to the goddamned point: Those ghosts Sam Wesson's been dreaming about? He saw one in the bathroom. Maybe. Well, possibly. He isn't sure! Sam Wesson leaps all over the partial confession, however, and takes the opportunity presented by it to offer his own theory on the bizarre suicides the office has endured over the last 24 hours. "What if there's something not... natural?" he excitedly asks, groping for the right word and not finding it, because Sam Wesson has apparently not watched a single TV show or movie in the last ten years. "So, ghosts are real, and they're responsible for all the dead bodies around here?" Dean Smith more-or-less grunts as he and Sam Wesson take seats. Sam Wesson knows it sounds crazy, especially when he re-explains those dreams he's been having, especially now that those dreams seem to be coming true, but he's got this "instinct," and... Dean Smith just happens to have the exact same instinct as well! What are the odds? "My guess is 'long'! Just because! [Titter!]" Raoul, do you want to be saucy, or do you want to get to that lovely elevator scene again? "Can't I have both?!" No. "Well! If I must choose, then I'll take the second option, I'm sure!" Good. Then run along and fix yourself a flagon while I handle all of this intervening nonsense, okay? "Okay!" I do so love it when he's agreeable.