Much later, after night has fallen, Dean burrows around a section of chain link and shimmies his way through the tight opening to emerge on the other side of the fence, where he finds the following sign: "CROATOAN VIRUS HOT ZONE NO ENTRY by order of Acting Regional Command August 1st 2014 KANSAS CITY." The "August 1st 2014" bit naturally throws him for a loop, but he pushes that bizarre detail aside for the moment in favor of hotwiring a car. The next thing we know, he's cruising off down the highway, not getting any bars on his cell, as the telephone networks are apparently down. Also apparently down are all of the nearby radio stations, but that's not Dean's biggest problem at the moment, for Zachariah's just popped into the passenger seat with a newspaper, from which he too-casually reads, "Croatoan pandemic reaches Australia." Dean jumps at the sound of Zachariah's voice and snarls, "I thought I smelled your stink on this Back To The Future crap!" Zachariah, studiously unperturbed, continues reading, "President Palin defends bombing of Houston." Heh. There's more bad news involving the much-diminished Congress "revok[ing] the right to group assembly" and such, but Dean's only question is, "How did you find me?" "Afraid we had to tap some unorthodox resources," Zachariah replies, specifically that shifty-eyed fundie from the top of the hour and thousands of others like him. "We've been making inspirational visits to the...fringier Christian groups," Zachariah explains, choosing his words carefully. "They've been given your image, told to keep an eye out." Dean just rolls his eyes and demands to be sent back, now. "All in good time," Zachariah smiles. "We want you to marinate a bit." "Three days," he specifies when Dean again throws him attitude. "Three days to see where this course of action takes you." Said course of action is, naturally, Dean's continued refusal to grant Michael access to his body, and I'm sure there's a way I could put that so it doesn't sound absolutely filthy, but I'm pressed for time, here, and oh, look! Zachariah's vanished just as quickly as he'd materialized. Dean slaps the steering wheel in frustration, then speeds up towards a set of flaming oil tanks on the distant horizon before...