...a pert blonde chippie exits Chronos's diner to pass directly in front of Eliot Ness's roadster, followed shortly by The God Of Time himself. Dean and Eliot Ness grab a couple of Tommy guns from the depths of Ness's very own Bottomless Trunk O' Demonic Destruction and begin to chase after the pair, and the camera goes all Original Recipe Batman with the crazy Dutch angles and such until Chronos catches up with the blonde in The Only Alleyway In Canton, Ohio, whereupon The God Of Time and his pert blonde chippie start in with a vigorous round of tonsil hockey. Dean and Eliot Ness get all Whaaaaaa? with the quizzical glances they toss in each other's direction because both had been convinced, of course, that the pert blonde chippie was going to be Chronos's third victim in this 1944 cluster, and once that's over with, we leap forward in time to...

...a little later that evening, where Ness learns from a conveniently passing hay farmer that the blonde is named "Lila Taylor," and that she lives in the nearby house just barely visible through the atmospheric wisps of fog hugging the ground out here on the near-rural outskirts of the city. Ness instructs Dean to head back to Miss Ezra's while he himself keeps his "peepers" on "the Sheik and the Sheba" and, after Dean hands Ness a rifle, Our Intrepid Hero obediently motors on back to...

...Miss Ezra's, where the no-bullshit broad in question presents him with a very pointy stick. Miss Ezra, you see, is this era's version of Bobby The All-Knowing, and she's managed to scrounge up the one thing that can kill Chronos dead: A "thousand-year-old olive branch carved by vestal virgins" that's been dipped in the blood of some creature that will remain nameless forever, because Miss Ezra's rather rudely decided to keep that piece of information to herself. "Wait," Dean frowns. "If I kill Chronos, I'm stuck here." "You just now realized, dumbass?" Miss Ezra shoots back, except perhaps for the very last bit of that sentence. Poor Dean's pretty, pretty face falls at that, so Miss Ezra kindly tries to cheer him up with a chipper, "Oh, come on -- 1944 ain't so bad." "Yeah," Dean mopes, "I could head over to Europe and punch Hitler in the neck." "Oh, there's lots of ways to pass the time, sugar," Miss Ezra croons, and here, the sassy old gal latches onto his lapels to drag him into a salacious smooch. Atta girl. "That's for luck," Miss Ezra coyly smiles, gently wiping traces of her lipstick from his pouty mouth with her thumb before adding, "'Cause I'm lucky." To his eternal credit, Dean does not look completely grossed out by this turn of events, and instead simply turns to grab his hat. Spotting a few pieces of unopened mail on Miss Ezra's shop counter, he quickly stumbles across a cunning plan, murmurs, " Back to the Future!" and spins back around to smirk, "I need to borrow some paper."