Out on the street, Bobby rings up Sam, who's still lurching through The Emporium's automotive wrecks deep within the lush coastal rainforests of southeastern South Dakota. We've apparently leapt forward a bit in time, for Bobby's already had a chance to investigate Lovecraft's March 10th guest list, and he's learned that everyone invited to Lovecraft's final "hoedown" ended up dead or missing within a year of the soiree. There remains, however, one apparent eyewitness: The maid's son, who was nine years old at the time, and who is now a permanent guest in one of Rhode Island's finer insane asylums. "You got a lead on Lisa and Ben?" Bobby's polite enough to wonder. "We're making a few inquiries," Sam evasively replies, and with that, we hop inside...

...one of The Emporium's sheds, where we find Delirious El Deano jamming The Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't into a demonically enhanced gentleman's chest. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" And once the screaming is done, Delirious El Deano slings the fresh corpse into his rapidly growing corpse pile over in the corner before strapping his next victim into a chair that's been balanced atop a hastily spray-painted Devil's Trap. "Oh, my!" marvels Raoul, shriekily of course. "A corpse pile?! And it's so artfully lit!" It is indeed, my scaly friend. "Why, that charming little bandy-legged boy's decorating skills have just grown by leaps and bounds since first we met him, haven't they?!" You can say that, Raoul. "I just did! Hee! [Slurp!]"