Sookie stares out through the chainlink and acts like Sookie Stackhouse to a supernatural degree: "Barry! Barry can you hear me you gotta help me I need you to go to the hotel and find Bill Compton and tell him I'm at Fellowship of the Sun Church in the basement the sheriff is here somewhere and I'm in big trouble please don't ignore me this is a life or death situation please..."
Bill's looking pretty out of it, reclining on one couch while Lorena sits on another. Apparently she's keeping him awake until Eric says the plan has changed; apparently Jessica wasn't fucking around when she says it's a bad deal to stay awake in the daytime. Her nose starts to bleed, and a thick flow pours out of Bill's ear. He begs to sleep, and she tells him she's not about to let him run out into the sunlight and kill himself for her. Because what kind of an idiot would Bill Compton have to be, right, to do something like that?
He's all, "The Bleeds have begun!" (which is totally the new "Drank before the wound closes!") and she drowsily tells him it won't last forever. He begs her to at least let him call Eric, and she laughs her ass off. Yeah, it's Eric's fault that Sookie's in danger, but it's also Eric's fault she's there. She snatches and crushes the room phone: "He wants the girl, William. Just let him have her." Bill wigs out and bleeds some more.
Jason makes it about one meter, with his luggage, before Steve and Gabe show up and grab him, with a huge knife. The tragic thing is that Jason still thinks he just has to skip town because of sleeping with Sarah and her subsequent crazy-going, he doesn't even know about the Sookie part yet, so once again it's like all he has to offer is his dick, which untruth was like the one good part about being here. No matter how many times people try to explain to Jason that he's awesome, they always end up murdering people in front of him and making him sad again.
"There are in every man, always, two simultaneous allegiances: one to God, the other to Satan. Invocation of God, or spirituality, is a desire to climb higher; that of Satan, or animality, is delight in descent." Baudelaire again, and Jason's the only one even close to negotiating that one, as usual, because he's the only one too stupid to play the denial games that Tara and Sam and Sookie are so good at. "Any man who does not accept the conditions of human life sells his soul," and that's where he lives.