Oh, CRAP. The runty little Canadian-accented security guard's taking so long to worm his way out of the elevator cab that they've bounced us back to Dean Smith. "Drat!" Indeed, my impressively fanged and bloodthirsty companion. Indeed. For little happens during the scenelet that follows, aside from Dean Smith finding an old, framed newspaper article from the nonexistent Chicago Post celebrating Sandover Bridge & Iron's role in completing The Lincoln Memorial Bridge in Vincennes, Indiana, that for whatever godawful reason depicts this engineering triumph with a photograph of The Manhattan Bridge. In, you know, Manhattan. NEXT!