Later, over in Dean Smith's office, The Gentleman Strangers tend to their minor wounds, still enthusing over recent events until Sam Wesson quite seriously proposes they quit their jobs immediately to hit the road, chasing after other dark demonic forces that go bump in the night. You know -- saving people. Hunting things. Together. That kind of a deal. Dean Smith, of course, objects. "You don't want to go fighting ghosts without any health insurance!" Point to Dean Smith. Sam Wesson, though, plays his remaining card, confessing the role that Dean Smith played in his earlier dreams, and admitting that he longs for the sort of companionable -- brotherly, even -- ass-kicking existence they seemed to be living. He also argues that perhaps P. T. Sandover "scrambled" their brains the way he did with all of the building's suicides, and that these "Smith" and "Wesson" identities they've been laboring under might not be who they actually are. Dean Smith rejects this outright as crazy talk. "I went to Stanford," he recites, "my father's name is Bob, my mother's name is Ellen, and my sister's name is Jo." "When's the last time you talked to them?" Sam Wesson challenges. Dean Smith hasn't an answer for that, so Sam Wesson explodes, "I only moved here because I just broke up with my fiancée Madison, but I called her number, and I got a damn animal hospital!" HA! Hee hee hee hee! Poor Madison. Arf. Dean Smith, unfortunately, quite simply cannot -- will not -- believe that his family doesn't exist and that they've been "injected with fake memories," and eventually, he asks Sam Wesson to leave. Sam Wesson unleashes The Super-Special Puppy-Dog Eyes Of Pleading And Despair, but even these have no effect on Dean Smith, so you know something's really fucked up, here. And in the end, Sam Wesson dejectedly trudges out of Dean Smith's office, leaving Dean Smith to face the mighty METAL TEETH CHOMP! alone.