PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

So the Apocalypse is upon us and I'm thinking patrols. But not in our usual lets-all-head-out-and-see-what-happens way, I'm thinking actually something organised. See, I'm thinking of being organised, I'm pretty sure that might be one of the signs of the Apocalypse. Or possibly that I'm really really freaked.

No one should be patrolling on their own, so we need to watch each other's backs on this.

B, you and me, teaming up for old times sake? You can bring Spike if you want.

Sam, you're handy in a fight and there's few others I'd trust to watch my back if you wanna come with. Dean too if he's interested.

Heather, you're a hell of a shot with that gun, better than me actually. Not usually a fan of guns, but right now wouldn't say no to them.

TK, will never turn down Jedi assistance. Are you and your guys in?

Anyone else? I'd rather we didn't clash too much with anything, wanna keep these hunting parties tight. So, plans, proposals, vague notions, I'll take anything right now people.

I have found civilization, muchachos, and it is called Los Angeles! Quite peculiar, since I was in Venezuela just a few hours ago, bein' threatened by BA for bein' a crazy fool again. His words, not mine.

So, what do I do when I'm in LA and free as a bird can be? I go to the movies. There's no ET playin', no Terminator, no Star Wars, no nothin', except movies I don't know and I don't wanna see. Doesn't anyone think I wanna see ET just like everyone else? And now they ain't playin' it, and the date's changed? Man, what meds am I on? Then I went to the VA, only to learn there's no record of me at all.

God, what's a crazy pilot to do before he gets a mental breakdown? Cry out 'we're gonna crash and die'? Because I think I crashed'n'died.

Questions, don't we have them, Billy? Go ahead, tell them. Don't be afraid. Go on! Woof?

Billy's turnin' green. Yeah, I tol' on ya, Billy. It's not good for a dog to turn green!

So, what's the deal here?