Das Sopranohaus. AJ watches some sort of a milk-carton-related music video while Tony futzes around in the kitchen. Carmela comes downstairs, sporting a Russian-style fur hat, and heads off to the market. Meanwhile, out in the woods, Paulie and Christopher are still searching when Tony calls on the cell phone. Paulie explains that they had a bit of a problem, and that "the package…hit Chrissy with an implement and ran off." The call starts breaking up as Tony frantically asks if there's any way "the package" could have survived. AJ sits in the foreground, listening to all this with a raised eyebrow. Eventually, after much static and screaming, Tony hangs up, still worried about his meeting with Joey Stalin, because he "could be walking into a fucking buzz-saw." Out in the woods, Paulie and Christopher bitch about the boss while Christopher searches for a match to light his cigarette. Unfortunately, they both left their lighters in the car. Now that sucks. Of all the things that happen to them for the rest of the episode, that's still probably the one that would piss me off the most. All those cigarettes, and no fire to light them with. You know what? Hang on a sec. Flick. Ahhh. Much better. The boys decide that Drunk Guy must be dead, and head back to the car. When Christopher questions Paulie's sense of direction, however, Paulie replies, "Four years in the army, kid. We just follow our own footsteps." Fade to the official Forest-Montage-Of-Passing-Time, and come back to Christopher bitching that they've been walking in circles. Paulie tries to do some orienteering based on the direction of the sun, but Chrissy bemoans the fact that they're clearly lost. I'm again surprised that Cadillac passed up on the opportunity to mention the usefulness of the "NorthStar" system in these situations. There's more bickering, and then they head off.