The nut sits in night class at what the slug-line identifies as Los Cerritos Adult Education. Shouldn't that be "Adult Education Center," or something? No matter. The professor yammers some stuff to the effect that "myths" have a "deeper purpose" -- to explain, to illuminate, to unwrap the truth. Donnie Pfaster stares at a short-haired blonde in the front, and her pretty, pretty fingernails. The professor says something about Freud and "subtexual themes." Did I mention that Chris Carter wrote this episode? Because he did. Do you think he's trying to tell the audience something? Because I'm not sure I get it. Something about myths? And meaning? And the truth? Hmmm. Interesting.
After class, Blondie skitters through the dark to her car. She's unlocking the driver-side door when Donnie Pfaster pops up, leaning against the car opposite. He stops her, and mentions something about being in her Mythology class. Blondie stares back at him, looking apprehensive. "Uh huh," she says, noncommittally. Donnie makes some noise about her maybe having seen him in class? He knows she sits in the front, though, and he sits in the back.... Blondie murmers something unintelligible. She's just waiting for him to get the hell away from her. Donnie asks her about the homework, walking real close to her and getting right in her face. Blondie seems relieved that they've cut to the chase; she looks through her notebook and gives him the assignment. Donnie leers at her and thanks her, placing one of his hands on her open car door, and the other one on the roof of the vehicle, effectively boxing Blondie in. "I have to go," she nervously asserts. "Don't go," Donnie says. "Let go of the door," Blondie says, and when he doesn't, she goes all kick-ass on him, kneeing him in the groin, and then smashing her fists into his neck, just like they taught me in each of the many self-defense classes I had to take whilst attending all-girls school. Blondie drops the ball, though, and instead of leaping into her car and speeding away from Donnie's prone body, she runs off screaming for help. A word to the wise: a person in a car can always escape a person on foot.