After rescuing Farah from Gordon, she decides to help the group find Lydia, but first, they'll have to take a trip to Partrick's home to learn more.
Farah looked around the red-illuminated room where she was held hostage. She remembered being tied up by a bald man who was about to kill her, until a stray bullet appeared from the floor and hit the man, killing him instantly. Coming out of the awful memory, she turned around to face the four men with a serious look on her face.
"Take me to the house," was all she said. Dirk gave a thumbs up to the other three men and followed her. Todd turned off the lights to the room and followed Dirk and Farah, Sam and Dean right behind him.
Returning to Gordon's house, it was already burned to the ground, with fire trucks and police cars in the area. As Farah, Sam, and Dean looked at the damage that was done, they notice that Todd was hiding behind a bush, Sam and Dean realizing that it was the same bush he and Dirk hid behind yesterday.
"Why are you hiding behind that bush?" Farah asked.
"Because we're the ones who burned the house down," Todd replied.
"Yeah, but they don't know that." After a couple of seconds, Todd gave her a weird compliment.
"My clothes look good on you."
"Okay. Thanks?" she said awkwardly. "Listen, um I haven't had the chance to... you know, at the bridge, with the dog? That was brave of you. I guess you saved me. So..."
"Cool," Todd said.
"So why did you burn down this house again?" Farah asked, getting back on track.
"Well, um..."
"You said the guys who kidnapped me thought you killed Patrick Spring?"
"Correct," Dirk said, appearing from the right side of Farah in a green jacket instead of the yellow one from the other few days. "Absolutely no one has any idea what's going on. I spoke to the police at the scene."
"What did they say?" Sam asked.
"Go away."
"Wow," Dean scoffed.
"Well, you're a detective. You've been gathering information. What have you found so far?" Farah asked.
"Well I gave the bad guys my phone number," Dirk replied.
"You gave them your phone number?"
"In self-defense," he said as he brought out his cell phone.
"Give me your phone now," Farah demanded and took Dirk's phone from his hands.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Ignoring Todd, she dialed the number of Gordon Rimmer, much to his dismay. "No, no, no. No, that's a bad idea." The cell phone began to ring, and after three rings, Farah was able to reach Gordon. As she was talking to Gordon, the Winchesters looked to Dirk and Todd.
"Wait, why did you give the bad guys your phone number?" Sam questioned.
"Well, when I was still in Gordon's house, he found me and was about to shoot me, so I threw all of my business cards at him as a distraction. Looking back, it probably wasn't the brightest idea," Dirk explained. Dean scoffed at what he said.
"Uh, ya think?"
A minute later, Farah hung up the phone and the four men notice that she was mumbling different things like, "What do you mean, 'soon'? and "I don't know anything about a machine."
"Uh, yes, what did they say, exactly?" Dirk was the first to ask.
"That Lydia's gone," Farah sighed. "I need to go back to the Spring Estate."
"Are you sure that's," Dirk was about to ask, but Farah quickly interrupted.
"All my things are there. My clothes, my guns."
"No, no. No more guns!" and "You look good." Dirk and Todd said simultaneously.
"We should go with you," Sam suggested. Dean looked at his brother like he was crazy.
"Okay, enough. Enough! I'm done. I check out. I check out of this!" Todd exclaimed. As he walked away, Dirk tried to stop him.
"Hey, listen, wait. Hold a moment."
"What?"
"Are you...mad at me?"
"Am I mad at you? Ye-, N-, I don't know. I-I don't know what I am at you right now."
"Good. See you soon, Todd." After patting him on the shoulder, he ran after Sam, Dean, and Farah.
"Are you sure we'll see that guy again?" Dean questioned.
"I'm positive. Like I told him, he's connected to this case, and so are you and your brother," Dirk answered. He then turned his attention to Farah, who seemed deep in thought. "So Farah-,"
"The bullet," Farah interrupted again, "that hit the man keeping me prisoner, it was military. Punched clean through the floor, high terminal velocity, 7.62. I thought you said the landlord shot at you with a pistol?"
"He did."
"So then how the hell is the military involved?" Dean thought.
"We have to go to the Spring Estate first," Farah said.
After a couple of hours driving, Farah, Dirk, Sam, and Dean made it to Patrick Spring's mansion, which was a lot bigger than what the men were expecting. As they came up the driveway, they couldn't help but notice the size of the place.
"Fantastic!" Dirk exclaimed. "It's bloody huge! Is that a horse barn?"
"Rhino barn, actually," Farah answered.
"A rhino barn?" Dean whistled. "Damn, the guy must be exotic."
"Patrick loved animals. In the '90s, he had a pet rhino named Pepe."
"Did you know Pepe?" Dirk asked.
"I did. My father was Patrick's old chief of security. I spent a lot of time here. It's actually a historic landmark, built in the 1880s for an inventor named Zackariah Webb. But he disappeared, so the place fell into disrepair. By the '70s, squatters were living here. But Patrick bought it back from the government in the mid-'90s, just before what happened to his wife."
"What happened to his wife?" Sam asked.
"She died."
Nearing the front door, a man with a white beard in a clean suit and bowtie appeared from another door of the mansion to meet the group.
"Miss Black!" the man exclaimed.
"Good to see you, John," Farah said, shaking the man's hand.
"I thought I heard someone drive in," the man said. The three men were curious to know what was going on.
"Who's this again?" Dirk questioned.
"John Dollow. He's was Patrick's lawyer. You've never met him."
"Yes, he seems like someone I've never met." Dirk said as he and the brothers extended their hands.
"John Dollow, meet Sam and Dean Winchester and Dirk Gently."
"Dirk Gently? Ooh, isn't that, um interesting."
"I get that a lot."
"Well, uh, take a moment, then come and find me. I'll be in Mr. Spring's office. I-I have something for you."
"Ok, that was a little weird, right?" Sam thought.
"Definitely weird." Dean agreed.
"I've been going through Mr. Spring's effects and executing his final wishes according to his last will and testament. And he left this for you." John pulled an brown envelope and was about to pass it to Farah, but stopped himself midway. "But what's really interesting is that his instructions were not to give it to you unless you were in the presence of someone named Dirk Gently." Everyone in the room looked to the man in the green jacket.
"Well, it's lucky I'm here then," Dirk chuckled.
"Oh, I doubt very much it's got to do with luck. Patrick Spring rarely left anything of importance to chance." He passed the envelope to Farah, but something crossed her mind.
"When Patrick had me track you down, he knew. He knew he was going to die."
"How could he have know that?" Dean thought.
"You know, I'm beginning to think he didn't hire me to prevent his murder at all. I think he hired me to solve it." Quickly taking the envelope from Farah, he noticed that it was marked '3?1!'. "Hmm. 'Three questions, one answer.' What does that mean?"
"Perhaps we should give the young lady a moment," John suggested. Before the guys could leave the room, Farah spoke up.
"Actually John, can we have the room for a moment? If you don't mind?" she asked.
"Not at all, Ms. Black," he said. After John left the office, Farah began pacing to the window, fighting back tears.
"Get it together," she sniffled. "Get. It. Together."
"Farah, were you and Patrick close?" Dirk asked.
"I've known him my entire life. When Catherine was killed, my dad never recovered, and Patrick gave my life a lot of purpose, if that makes any sense. And I don't..." she couldn't hold it in anymore and started to cry. "In three days, everything just suddenly went crazy, and I screwed it all up again! Patrick's dead, Lydia's gone. I feel like a crazy confused failure, talking to a Brit who keeps asking me questions that don't make sense and two 'hunters' who look like they should be in a guns magazine! I am ineffectual, and a generalized scramble of disappointment and incompetence!"
"No, no, listen," Dirk responded, trying to comfort her. "You're only some of those things."
"Ugh!" Farah fell on the couch close to the window and buried her face in her hands, Dirk awkwardly trying to comfort her. Seeing Farah upset resonated with Sam because of what he and Dean went through. He decided to sit next to her.
"Hey, I understand what you're going through," Sam told her. "You feel like you've let down Patrick because of everything that keeps happening. I've been where you've been Farah. I try so hard to help the people who've help me down a good path, but so much crap happens, you feel like you could drown in it. But right now, the best thing you can do for him is to find Lydia."
"You're right. Thanks for that, Sam," Farah was able to calm herself down and took a deep breath. "Okay, let's get back to finding Lydia."
"No, we can't leave, not yet," Dirk spoke up.
"Why? Do you know something?" Farah asked.
"I don't know anything, ever. It's really quite relaxing. But this is what I do, this is how I work. I follow fate around. It's how we found you. And how you two found me. I can't promise you guys anything, but just give it a chance?"
"Well, what do you want to do?"
"I would start by opening that envelope."
Opening the envelope, it revealed to be what looked like a path on a map. Again, Dirk quickly took the map from Farah to get a closer look. There is a 'you' marked exactly where they are and something circled '10:01' close to it.
"You. This doesn't look anything like you guys. He's got the hair all wrong-" Farah, taking the map back, looked closer at it. After a few moments, she, Sam, and Dean moved forward, possibly following the path. "Um guys? Um, what are you...no, where are you-" Seconds later, Dirk was able to figure out what it was. "Oh, it's a map! It's a map! I get it!"
The next chapter will continue with the group, minus Todd, searching for more clues. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
