I am not in pain." Cooper asks who this new presence is, and we learn that he is "Mike, an inhabiting spirit." BOB, we learn, was Mike's "familiar." Cooper asks what BOB wants, and Mike goes all sinister and answers, "He is BOB, eager for fun. He wears a smile. Everybody run." And the last time we watched the series in its entirety just before I started recapping it, by the time we hit this episode we were so overtired and hopped up on the sugar from the donuts and caffeine from the black coffee that all seven of us burst out laughing and missed the entire rest of the episode. Because it rhymes, see. BOB and Mike, then, are -- no, really -- parasitic spirits who find a human host and "feed." Philip Gerard is Mike's "host," and BOB "requires a human host. He feeds on fear and the pleasures. They are his children." Mike lapses into his dreamspeak, and he and Cooper speak together, "Through the darkness of future past, the magician longs to see," and then Mike takes a solo with the rest: "One chants out between two worlds, fire walk with me." Ooooh, scary. Ooooh, derivative of self. Develop, oh ye plot: Mike continues on that he developed a certain fondness for Gerard, and takes him on as a human host for one purpose: to stop BOB from killing again. "This is his true face," he observes, looking at the artist's rendering. "But few can see it. The gifted. And the damned." Mwah ha ha ha ha. So, Cooper asks, "Is BOB near us now?" He is, and has been "for nearly forty years. A large house made of wood. Surrounded by trees. The house is filled with many rooms, each alike. But occupied by different souls night after night." A look of realization crosses Cooper's face, and Cooper yells out, "The Great Northern Hotel!" We cut to a shot of the exterior of that very building, though I imagine it would have behooved the director to have opted instead for an extreme close-up shot on, say, the bellhop's hat or an unattended piece of luggage, so much more effectively would that random inanimate signature put too fine a point on the final Glatteresquian image available for our faux-artsy viewing pleasure this week.