Elsewhere, Linda Blair's tapping away at a keyboard, amending the Anthony Giles homicide report, when the cursor takes on a life of its own, speeding across the screen to fill it with "danashulpsdanashulpsdanashulpsdanashulps." Linda, ever the practical one, hits Ctrl-Alt-Del. Nothing happens. Or, rather, nothing she wants to happen happens, as the danashulpsdanashulps keeps danashulpsdanashulpsing until the screen's positively vibrating with it. Then, as suddenly and unexpectedly as it began, it stops, and the screen restores itself to what Linda'd been typing before it all started. Linda blinks a couple of times and convinces herself she just needs some sleep, or something.
Meanwhile, Sam's received Dean's note, which reads as follows:
IT'S A STREET ASHLAND.