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So the fish are out today, Gene?

I-I wouldn't know.

I seem to have forgotten my fishing rods.

That's a shame.

Well, what are we supposed to do then?

Bird watch?

Catch frogs?

Skip stones maybe?

He meant a lot to you.

I'm sorry.

No more lives to ruin.

We won't... we... don't need to tell anyone.

We didn't mean to lie.

We had to.

And that's not what you came to hear.

But it's part of the story.

Now...

Oh, dad wants to know if you found the extra batteries

for the power outages?

Yeah, yeah, we found the extra flashlight batteries.

Getting along all right up there,

just the two of you?

Not sick of one another's company yet?

Yep, yep, we're good.

Sam and I are good.

Okay! Be safe.

Love you both.

- Love you too. - Love you!

We'll... see you in a couple hours.

We'll be safe till then, I promise.

We're gonna meet them back at the cabin.

My family were miners.

My father, his father, my brother.

Coal was never for me.

I hated it here.

I wanted to get far away from those noisy machines

and... the dirty coal that made the fish so sick

and the men so bitter.

I told my father, he was... never seen him so mad.

He said I was spoiled, stupid if I couldn't see the good

that coal was doing for me.

Three months later,

the tunnel my brother was in collapsed.

It was about that time those people started gathering,

talking about connection to nature, positive energy.

The dam opened

and I thought things were going to turn around,

but then those people started promising impossible things.

Freedom from labor, a different kind of wealth.

My father bought their message and took off.

For a while I wasn't sure if he'd written this or not.

Then I met your grandpa.

Gave me a job with the rangers,

tending to the park, keeping the people safe.

We were so young.

They even wanted us to film the day-to-day running

of the park so we could show those city folk

just what they were missing out on.

As more people began to leave to join the cult,

that's when we adjusted our roles.

To investigate.

Did you and grandpa discover anything?

With The Seeing, I mean?

There were complaints about strange things

happening after dark.

We tried our hardest to prove that it was The Seeing.

They were slippery.

People were scared, confused.

After a while, they just kept quiet.

I think they figured it was... easier that way.

Couldn't they tell that the cult was bad?

I feel like it's obvious.

It was.

Until the Eyes showed up.

Everything fell apart.

With fewer people in town

the company at the dam started to charge more.

Eventually, the town couldn't afford it.

We could feel the world warming up

as they crawled back to their coal plant.

We kept hearing stories about the Eyes.

But me and William, we didn't put much stock in it.

We thought it was the cult, The Seeing,

trying to distract us.

So we thought we'd find them and film them

to show everyone the truth, that they weren't real.

But then... we saw them too.

After that, William... he just left.

I did everything I could to make sure that what happened

to your grandpa would never happen to me.

If The Seeing are back again,

you need to do whatever you can

to get out of here.

What do you mean he just left?

I don't buy that people just up and leave.

It wasn't just anyone.

It seemed to be people that were... hurting.

Lonely.

Like my father.

Like William.

He had you, didn't he?

There's so much he couldn't tell anyone about himself.

Couldn't tell your grandma, couldn't tell your mom.

He had to keep it from them for their sakes.

He was never himself.

And because of that, he never really had me.

You look like him, you know.

Really?

Spitting image.

I feel like the Eyes are just here to help.

We have lots of grandpa's old film.

I gave it to your mom.

Maybe she found a... solace in it.

Could we use your projector?

No.

You need to go home, Sam.

I'm sorry your grandpa left.

There's nothing to be done.

Go.

I hope things are easier for you both.

So that's it then?

You know, our parents aren't coming today, right?

We-we can't go back to the cabin.

Where are we supposed to sleep?

We're going to get grandpa's film

and then we're coming back.

I have to know what he isn't telling us.

I know he's afraid, but look where that got him.

Got grandpa.

What they lost because of it.

I know.

I've been afraid since before we got here.

Your parents don't know that we talk, do they?

No, no.

Th-they don't.

I just don't even know what I would say.

I-I don't even know how to think about it without getting

sucked into this like, black abyss in my brain.

Especially now.

But, but I...

I'm sick of it.

I'm sick of secrets.

Nat, you said your mom always kind of knew you liked girls.

I just wish it felt like that for me.

I just hate that I have to say it out loud

and other people don't have to.

I'm just-I'm just angry about that, I guess.

You're allowed to be angry.

But you're also allowed to choose

how and when you tell people.

Yeah.

Brook...

Dude, my eyes.

Sorry.

Um, I just wanted to say something.

When you cut your hair for the first time,

I didn't think you could get any cooler.

It was brave.

It was a risk and you didn't even think twice about it.

Then you told me you were gay.

So many people are... afraid to be themselves,

to say who they really are or how they feel,

but you never were.

Even if something was scary, you'd do it anyway.

So, I just wanted to say that.

Aw, thank you.

I love you.

I love you too.

I don't think anyone's here.

I was hoping they'd assume

this is the last place we'd go.

Are you really gonna tell them?

Do you see that?

Eugene?

Eugene?

Eugene!

Why are his lights out?

Because the power's out.

He has solar panels!

Is there a note?

No, nothing.

There's no way he would've gone with them.

Y'all heard him, right?

If he didn't leave to go with them, then what happened?

We just saw the Eyes so close by.

It's okay. The Eyes won't hurt us.

We're not alone, we're together.

Hide! Now!

They were right!

Can't believe Eugene's been out here all this time.

Never would've guessed!

We probably didn't even need to write him a note.

It's protocol for a reason.

Right, but what if he wanted to write his own note,

like, uh... like Kirby?

He's not like Kirby.

Geez.

Clean that up!

Nothing but his note is to be left behind.