Anywho, Dean retrieves a sheaf of Internet print-outs and exposits, "Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside Jericho, California." About a month ago, the local authorities found a gentleman's car on the road, but the driver had completely vanished. Sam glances briefly at the article his brother passes to him, an item from the Jericho Herald entitled "Centennial Highway Disappearance," and casually suggests the gentleman was simply kidnapped. Sam, honey, do you not know the name of your own goddamned show? If he were simply kidnapped, this would be called Natural. Get with the program. Dean, well aware of what this show purports to deal with, quickly flips through a bundle of similar Herald stories, one from April, another from December 2004, and others from 2003, 1998, and so on until he reveals that there have been ten such disappearances over the last twenty years -- "All men, all same five-mile stretch of road." As the pace of disappearances had ticked up sharply in the last year, Dear Old Dad decided to check it out, and subsequently remained incommunicado for three full weeks. Finally, Dean received a horribly garbled voice mail, from which I can only decipher the closing warning: "Be careful, Dean. We're all in danger." Sam squints and asks, "You know there's EBP on there?" I do now, thanks. Unfortunately, you never really explain what this "EBP" thing is, so you can go to hell. Dean's of no help, either, as he chooses to blather that he "slowed the message down and ran it through a goldwave," whatever that means. The upshot of it all is that the altered recording now contains a single voice, that of a woman who whispers, "I can neveeeeer go hoooooome." No one can, darling. Didn't you read your Tom Wolfe? Sam repeats the woman's message, and after a bit of guilt-tripping and law-school-dissing from Dean, he agrees to go. But first, Sam has to...

...hop back up into his apartment, where he slides a deadly looking mini-scythe into an overnight bag as Jessica and Her Smurfs bounce into the room to wonder what gives. Sam lies and lies and lies some more before assuring her that he'll be back in time for his interview on Monday, and with that, Sam races from the room. "At least tell me where you're going!" Jessica and Her Smurfs call out after him.