They all rush along the nicely-maintained DANGEROUS! BACKCOUNTRY! TRAIL! before stopping and looking confused. The voice had sounded like it was coming from right there, but now all they hear are the sounds of me snoring. Sam orders everyone to get back to camp, and so then they run some more. They get back to find their packs have all been stolen. Obviously, they had all dropped their backpacks to go rushing off to find the person they had come to find, because why would anyone bring the backpack that probably contains at least a few medical supplies along when they hear someone crying for help from the woods? Every line Roy delivers has been dubbed in a really weird way, so much so that it seems his character has been lifted from a foreign film and dropped off here to wait until something better comes along. So, though we don't see his mouth move, we hear words while Roy's figure is on the screen, and must assume that those words belong to his character: "So much for my GPS and satellite phone." Sam starts talking crazy: "It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help." This is so dumb. If the monster is so fast-moving, why doesn't it just eat them all in a split-second and relieve me of the sweet terrible burden of recapping the rest?
Sam tells Dean he needs to speak with him in private, while we get a shot of Roy coupled with some random voice hypothesizing that there is some nutjob in the woods. Dude, look to your own. Sam and Dean find a cozy little forest glen and break out into song and dance with a chorus of animated birds and bunnies. Sam asks Dean for the Daddy Diary, and turns to a page illustrated with a stick figure that for all its worth resembles a figure on this novelty sweatshirt that I had in middle school, where the stick figure has a triangle-shaped head and wiggly lines for hair, and some stupid catchphrase goes along with it and GOOGLE REFUSES TO HELP ME REMEMBER THE CATCHPHRASE OR THE BRAND PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP, WITHOUT GOOGLE I AM NOTHING. ["Fido Dido." -- Sars] Dean is all, "Oh come on! Wendigos are in northern Minnesota!" I knew there was some reason I shy away from northern Minnesota. Besides the Scandinavians, that is. Also, he pronounces it "Wen-dee-go." Yeah. Really. Sam urges Dean to think outside this ridiculous box: "Think about it, Dean. The claws. The way it can mimic a human voice." Dean is appropriately shamed. As he rightly should be. Any self-respecting demon hunter knows that interstate Wen-DEE-go migration is commonly accepted as not only possible but probable. Especially in this day and age!Sam marches back to the others and tells them they all need to get out of there. Sam gets into a ridiculous fight with Roy about who can handle "this thing" and who can't. Ah, the old dilemma of trying save people from their own ignorance of supernatural forces. What a fresh topic for televisual exploration. In any case, the fight seems to go on and on. And on. Roy thinks Sam is a baby, Sam thinks Roy has a "stupid, sorry ass" and blathers on about what a "perfect hunter" this unidentified thing is. Hailey finally jumps in and tells them both to cram it, while the useless "Ben" hovers behind her. She says she isn't leaving the woods without Tommy. Dean observes that it is starting to get dark, and they'll never be able to fight "this thing" in the dark, so they "need to settle in and protect ourselves." Hailey asks, "How?" just as the Metal Teeth of Imminent Commercials sound effect clamps down, and before I have a chance to say, "Change the channel, sweetheart."