And as Raoul toddles off towards his den to whip me up a batch of something soothing, the camera cross-fades back to Paterson, where it quite coincidentally finds Mousy Isabel just now entering a homey little pub to indulge in a few smart cocktails herself. "Atta girl!" shrieks Raoul from his den. In any event, moments after Mousy Isabel enters the bar, Ratbag Johnny pulls up to the curb in his pickup, from which he emerges to skulk over to the door leading towards the bar's upstairs apartments. And as Nazareth's "Love Hurts" kicks in on the jukebox downstairs, Ratbag Johnny slouches his way into his absolutely filthy flat and crosses to the bed. "Jenny?" he begins, addressing the bed's occupant. "Hon, we're leaving, tonight, so pack up -- just the essentials." Ratbag Johnny pauses, getting a little choked up, and as he reaches out to touch Jenny's hand, the camera flips around to reveal he's been talking to a RealDoll, and wow. Even the Wikipedia entry for RealDolls is too disgusting to link to. Go figure.
Anyway, we can all see where this is going, right? Ratbag Johnny coos a few sweet nothings into the oversized sex toy's silicone ear for a bit until the thing...magically swings its head around to stare at him, seemingly of its own accord! I'm not even giving that one a DUN! Ratbag Johnny's eyes widen with horror just as the Nazareth amps up in volume to escort us into the next CHOMP!-less commercial break.
Lair Of The Ratbag. Aftermath. Johnny lies on the floor, dead, strangled by the pink satin sash from his oversized sex toy's robe. Sam appears, takes one look at "Jenny" sitting on The Ratbag's tatty sofa, and immediately phones Dean's voice mail to leave the following message: "It's not over -- burning the remains didn't stop her, so she must be hooked to something else." He announces his intention to head back to Mousy Isabel's for another round of questioning, and with that, we're off to...
...Mousy Isabel's, for another round of questioning. Sam digs through the small box that contains all that's left of Sad Rose's earthly goods, and things seem to be going nowhere fast until Sam spots a couple of textbooks lying on the nearby table. "Those yours?" he asks, hiking a thumb in their direction. They are, indeed, as Mousy Isabel is in fact pursuing a degree at The Great Falls Junior College For Violently Dismembered Custodial Staff. Dun-dun-DUN! Sam quickly confirms Mousy Isabel's presence in the lab, the factory, and the bar this week, and explains that Mousy Isabel must be wearing something of her sister's, which would of course account not only for the ghost's ability to travel from place to place, but also for its apparent continued existence despite Sam's best efforts to desecrate its grave the previous evening. Mousy Isabel thinks for a moment, then realizes, "The only thing I have of hers is a part of me -- when I was sixteen, she gave me one of her kidneys." D'OH!