...this week's crapped-out piece of automotive trash, where My Amnesiac Baboo takes one look at Meg and shrieks, "Her face! It's all puffy and bloated and weird! What happened to her?! EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" Or perhaps I was channeling my sorely missed scaly recapping companion there for a moment, and Castiel actually stopped shrieking after those first two words. In any event, both Dashing El Deano and Meg hasten to assure Castiel that Meg is in fact "a friend" who's tagging along "for moral support," and with all that settled, the three depart. Well, I think. I mean, we never actually see them climb into this week's crapped-out piece of automotive trash and drive off, but I'm guessing that's what happens.
Nuthouse. Batshit Sammy ventures out into the hallway to chat with the just-passing Wispy Marin, and I'm afraid you'll have to forgive me, but the sight of him in that splendiferous white t-shirt of his has quite seriously rendered me deaf to the incessant babbling that follows. Actually, now that I think about it, that's probably a good thing, because I'm pretty sure I can't keep stroking out scene after endlessly nattering scene this evening. Besides, Wispy Marin has nothing to say that we haven't already heard approximately 3872 times on this show, so my current inability to hear what's dumping out of her mouth is certainly no big deal. From what I can gather, though -- thanks, VITAC! -- her dead pyromaniac brother wants to kill her, and his unquiet spirit is tied to the tacky little friendship bracelet she's currently got wrapped around one of her exceptionally thin wrists, because the dead brother bled out on it at some point in the past, because the dead brother was a clumsy oaf. Got all that? Good.