Peter gives Daniel another firm push, wanting off the stage as quickly as humanly possible. He's surprised when Daniel topples forward onto his face (he didn't think he pushed him that hard), and more suprised still when the resulting thump is muffled by what sounds like a bed of leaves. "Fuck," comments Peter, whirling to look back at the stage -- which is, of course, gone. The curtains of the wings have been replaced by gnarled tree trunks, the hubbub of the angry crowd by crickets and...a voice?

"The fuck is this?" asks Peter. "Ghost Adventures? What kind of horseshit is that? Where the hell are we?!"