RAAAWWWR! "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" Raoul! So nice of you to join us. "My pleasure!" So, no hard feelings, then? "Of course not! After all, you weren't responsible for the late unpleasantness regarding my contract negotiations with NBC Universal!" I was wondering how all that.... "SILENCE! We shall not speak of it! Suffice to say it's now freed me to pursue other opportunities!" Such as? "Two words: Food Network!" Oh. Um. The Food Network? Really? "Well, I can't say too much about it at the moment, of course, but that's neither here nor there! Aren't we supposed to be recapping this dreadful episode?!" Well, if you insist. "I do!" Okay, then.

From the blackness that follows the new title card -- more about that later, I suppose -- come the words "One Week Later." The pores on Darling Sammy's freshly zombified face arrive shortly after, along with a number of ominous chords on the soundtrack as the camera flips around to reveal Our Intrepid Hero's currently reading up on both Doctor Faustus and the "Devil At The Crossroads" via flashlight. And just where is such diligent studying taking place? Why, in the Impala's front seat, of course, for Doomed El Deano's apparently commandeered use of this week's motel room for a little premarital fornication with a pair of lively young ladies he'll later refer to as "The Doublemint Twins." Alas -- or perhaps fortunately, given the reaction to this development on the boards -- we see nothing of the sinful goings-on inside the room, but we do learn that Dean prefers both shapeless and ill-fitting white beaters and Bachman-Turner Overdrive's "You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet" as his premarital fornication accessories of choice. Yes, he cranks up the latter while sporting the former to give Zombie Sam an enthusiastic thumbs-up from inside the room before closing the window's filmy curtains. Zombie Sam grins to himself at Doomed El Deano's wacky antics for a bit until his cell phone rings. He answers to find Bobby on the other end, tearing through the night in a battered Chevelle SS while riffling through several months' worth of exposition in the front seat. Long story short, Bobby orders the boys to meet up with him, pronto, as the effects of last week's jaunt to Wyoming -- yes, "last week's," meaning seven days ago according to this show's infernal internal chronology -- are now being felt. So, the dutiful zombie promptly interrupts his doomed brother's acrobatic exertions, and we're soon...