...leap forward to Our Intrepid Heroes' post-breakfast stroll down this tiny little burg's main drag. A yappy yet admirably restrained golden retriever snaps at their heels as the two amble past, completely ignoring the mangy cur in favor of deliberating the merits of the matter at hand, of which there are none. Well, according to Dean, at least. He dismisses The Broward County Mystery Spot as a tourist trap, but Sam hastens to disagree, noting that there are plenty of places around the world "where holes open up and swallow people," citing both The Bermuda Triangle and The Oregon Vortex, the first of which is complete bullshit and the second of which is yet another scam, so we'll be ignoring everything College Boy here has to say in favor of watching as a distracted blonde body-checks Lil' Stumpy as she passes the boys heading in the opposite direction. Dean offers her a quickly appraising side-eye while the distracted blonde mumbles a hasty apology and keeps moving; Sam natters on endlessly about magnetic fields and the space-time continuum and God alone knows what else, until the two pass a pair of movers struggling with an oversized desk at a storefront's door. "I told you it wouldn't fit," grouses the first mover. "Whaddya want, a Pulitzer?" the second sneers back, and I feel sorry that Raoul so heartlessly teased Darling Sammy earlier regarding the latter's extreme aversion to progressive rock of the early eighties, because I know I'm going to kill myself if I have to listen to that particularly ill-written exchange more than once this evening. "I wouldn't want to hold you to that statement, you silly little man!" Raoul rather predictably shrieks. Shut up, Raoul. "Well! I never!" And you never will if you don't stuff a sock in that gaping maw of yours right now. "Hmph!" So, where the hell was I? Oh, yes: Sam concludes his rambling bout of expository blather by asserting that they'll never prove anything pro or con if they don't check the tourist trap out for themselves, so Dean agrees that they'll break into the place that evening after it closes.