Mulder and Scully huddle under an umbrella on the way back to the rental car. He solicitously asks after her health. She shakily assures him that she's all right, before awkwardly commenting that she's never seen a desecrated body before. Dude, where have you been? Mulder absently agrees that it's impossible to prepare completely to see something like that. "Some people collect salt and pepper shakers. Fetishists collect dead things," Mulder educates. Scully just looks at him, as he opens the door for her. "No one quite knows why," he says, "but I've never understood salt and pepper shakers myself." Exhausted by this non sequitur, Scully climbs in the car and waits for her partner, her hair getting slightly frizzy in the damp. "Sometimes you surprise me, Mulder," Scully says. "Why's that?" Mulder wonders. Because the body didn't shock him, she says, looking out the window at the rain. Mulder starts the car and tells her that he tried to prepare himself when they left DC. Nice of him to tell her that the trip to Minneapolis might be a little rough. Especially since she's just a weak woman and all. "You knew this wasn't UFO-related from the start?" Scully asks. Mulder confirms that he suspected as much. Scully asks him, then, why he dragged the two of them all the way out there. Mulder half-smiles and takes a pair of tickets out of his breast pocket. They're tickets to the Vikings/Giants game. Forty-yard line. "You and me, Scully," Mulder says. Scully makes a face, like, "You dragged me all the way out here and made me look at the desecrated body of an innocent young girl, just for football, asshole?" But, dude, those are really good seats. I'd go look at a couple of dead bodies for those seats.
Ficicello Frozen Foods. Somewhere in the middle of Minneapolis. Donnie Pfaster is being interviewed for a job as a delivery person. Despite the fact that his body language basically screams, "I'm a total lunatic who will kill you and drink your blood for lunch!" he manages to charm the HR woman by complimenting her lipstick. She winks at him, while I would run screaming out of the room, right into my car and over the county line. Donnie tells her that he's putting himself through school. Yeah, evil school. He's studying "Comparative Religion," he tells her. HR asks whether Donnie is religious. "Very," he responds. Then HR breaks all labor laws and tells him that Mr. Ficicello loves religious folk on the job, because he thinks they're more honest. She's making a note about his religiosity on his application. And then she winks! At Donnie! Pfaster! The creepiest man alive!