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- Previously
on "The Magicians"...

- We found a key, too.

- The ghost said it
has the power

to reveal things
that are hidden.

I'm a hidden thing.

- I'm Hyman.

When I first got stuck

in the Astral Plane,

I spent months trying
to push things.

I never got anywhere.

Until I tried being the thing.

Holy zerts!
You did it!

- The farmers are hesitant

because you're asking them
to throw out food

and replace it with, uh--
- Inedible mushrooms.

I got it.
I just need it done.

On Earth we tend to meet the
people we're gonna marry first.

- Surely you've heard of the
Tribe of The Floating Mountain.

- It is my duty and honor

to take the place
of my late brother.

- I don't know.

- I'd do anything
to get it back.

- If I could give it
to you, I would.

- Whoo. Sorry.

Okay.

- Last I checked,
we're looking for a spell,

not starting an eBay store.

- There's this old hedge story
I once heard

about some sort
of electrical transfer

Marina used to steal magic
from some poor faun.

People still talk about it.

Just look.

- So, you want us
to reverse engineer

a hedge witch urban legend
using kids' toys?

- I mean, aluminum wiring's
been scant since the '90s,

so unless you have
a better idea.

Do you feel anything?

- No.

Go again?

- * Oh, as long as I know

♪ How to love,
I know I'll stay alive ♪

- Why did that just
turn on by itself?

- Oh, my God.

- * I've got all my love
to give *

♪ And I'll survive

Give me your hand.

- Wait. Stop.

Do not do this.

- Did you just use
that fish as a doorbell?

- I've been trying to warn you
guys for, like, an hour.

"Being the fish button"
is the first thing

in this entire room
that's worked.

- What are you trying
to warn us about?

- This spell.

I've seen it in person.

- Yeah.

Couple months back
on a book-stealing job,

I saw a group of
magically-starved idiots

do the transfer,
and by the end of it,

everyone was on fire.

Trust me.
Fogg was right.

It's a bad idea.

- Wait a minute. Did you
just say Fogg was right?

- Aw, f--
- Fuck me.

You have magic.

And you're just now telling me?

- Don't take this
the wrong way,

but you've been
a little drunk.

And unreliable.
- Yes.

I'm drunk, but I am
entirely...reliable.

- Um, maybe we should get back
to Marina's spell.

- It wasn't Marina's spell.
It's mine.

She stole it from
my private collection.

And if any of you had attended
my annual colloquia

on prohibited magic,
you would know

that its proper name
is the Voltaic Transfer.

It is incredibly delicate.

- We--we know that, but--

But you want to rid yourself

of the one thing we all
so desperately want?

- If you understood what--
- You understand.

I'm a Magician with no magic.

A dean without a school.

Just a blind, unemployed

black man in America.

Which, shockingly, was actually
being kept 38% more tolerant

through a series
of enchantments

which have now died.

In case you hadn't noticed
or perhaps maybe you weren't

in a position to need to.
- Okay, you're really drunk.

So what?

What does it matter?

Alice, of all people,
you should know better

than to attempt this.

You want to blow yourselves up?
Is that it?

- Um. Just give me one second.

Okay.

Uh, they'll hold
for a day or two,

but then Alice
can recharge them.

After we finish the transfer.

I know.
Everything is fucked.

I'm sorry.
- It's not your fault.

Julia.

- Yeah, well, it's not
not my fault, either so.

- What you
two utter idiots need,

if you don't want to die,

is the flesh
of a magical creature

to act as a sort
of semiconductor.

A potent energy-drainer.
An incubus.

- If this is about the whole

marriage not being
consummated yet,

don't worry, it'll happen.

- Oh, no, no, no.
You misunderstand me, my dear.

You see, I've heard a rumor
about your advisor,

the Pickwick?
Sighted in a certain corridor.

Taking scrapings from the wall.

- He's just
a compulsive redecorator.

- You might be interested to
know that we both have been

plotting against
our mutual friend.

- Hmm.

No idea what
you're talking about.

Margo.

You can trust me.

The misguided actions of my son

have soured both sides
of our arrangement.

I've acquired a weapon forged
in the foundries of Stonehaven.

When the time is right,

we could use it to kill
the Fairy Queen.

- Hi.
- Oh, hell no.

Move.

- Hang your sheets out
the window afterwards, dear.

- Guards! Guards!

Don't even think about
closing it. No!

Guards!

Let me out!

♪

- I don't give a shit
if you have to find someone

to sell those shares short.

I need them today.

So the Incubus
is a hedge fund manager?

- Mm-hmm.
- Plus 5%.

And not one more cent,
you piece of monkey shit.

- Just remember what Fogg said.

Be respectful, no matter what.

- You got two minutes.

- Henry Fogg said
that you might be able

to help us power our spell.

Uh, we just--we need
to use your thing.

- Uh, your--your thing.

Your--your business.

- Uh.

Your little friend.
Uh, I mean--your big friend.

Well, I'm--I'm sure your friend

is perfectly proportioned
to your body.

I was just saying...
- Your penis.

Yep, we need to use your penis
to power our spell.

- And we know
that you need it too.

So that's why we'll build
the spell around it.

It'll be completely painless

and should only take
a couple minutes.

I can't believe
that actually worked!

- I planted this joke on Fogg
25 years ago.

I had him totally convinced
that I had a magic Johnson.

- Wait, so you--
you don't have a magic--

- Of course not.

That's ridiculous.
- No, it's not.

I mean you're an incubus.

Isn't sex, like, your thing?

- Gods no.

I don't even like sex.

Stress is a much better way
to drain people's energy.

May I?

Oh, and you.

You got a lot of it,
I can tell.

Delish.

You give me
a few more hits of this,

and I'll give you something

that'll actually power
your spell.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I grow
a new one every spring.

- Welcome back.

I see you've misplaced
your wife and child.

- You'd be shocked how easy
it is to misplace people

when your mind's on
tax collection and annexation

and unforeseen
seafaring...confusion.

I'll immediately sail
back out there and find them,

of course--
- No, you won't.

I have a bigger problem
I need you to solve.

The Stone Queen has locked
Margo and Fomar in the dungeon.

Why?

- She thinks it will get
the marriage consummated,

but ultimately I need
the union officialized

just as much
as the Floaters do.

- Listen, pro tip.

Let Margo out of there
immediately.

You know her.
Force isn't going to work.

- True. Force may not work.

But the clever coercion on
the part of a trusted friend.

- I am not going
to coerce Margo

into having sex
with a 15-year-old.

Have you never heard
of statutory rape?

- Fomar isn't a statue.
- That is not what--

Forget it.

- You will solve
this problem for me.

- I've been searching
for a new keepsake.

Several bits will do.

- Fine, but I have
a feeling Queen Margo

is going to be
a little bit difficult.

- I know!

You hate me
for killing Micah.

Jesus Christ.

- It's just in our culture,

younger sons can't marry
or inherit property.

Most of us wind up

serving in the Crag Guard
or dying in battle.

- Is this supposed to make me
feel bad for you?

- No.

So, do you want
to take a break?

Let me touch your maiden peaks?

- Do you want me to cut your
hands off and have them made

into a decorative,
whimsical planter?

- How are we supposed
to become one flesh

if you won't let me
touch you?

- We're not.
- But you're my wife.

- Oh, please.

You don't need a wife.

You need a pile of socks
and a sex-ed class.

Who

- It's something they make you
do on Earth.

It makes you never wanna.

How about I show you?

Vaginas.

The leading cause
of death in men.

They spread disease.

They explode during childbirth.

But worst of all, they bleed.
Every month.

In fact, mine's doing it
right now.

- Well, that's okay.
I like blood.

Sorry I'm late.

You okay?

Enjoying being a palace guard
in your own palace?

- This uniform is, like,
really sweaty.

- Yeah, I know, but it beats

having the Fairy Queen's
hand up your ass.

Last thing we need
is another puppet king.

Okay, key quest.
Hit me.

- Uh, okay,
so I'm pretty sure that

the fourth key is somewhere

in this stretch of ocean
called The Abyss.

Um, it's an uncharted
region of Fillory

where it's, like,
sort of permanently night.

Um, but, you know,
we get to go

on a quest on a magical boat,
so it doesn't totally suck.

- Uh, yeah.
I wish I could.

Believe me, but duty calls
a dozen different ways.

And I can't leave Margo.
- Right, of course.

- Sorry.
- No.

I was looking forward to going
on a boating quest with you.

Uh, think about it.
You can take Benedict.

Go be life-partners with
someone else for a little bit.

But you'll be able to do the...
thing on the prow of a ship

you've been waiting
your whole life to do.

- You know, the thing.

♪

- Whoo!

Sorry. Uh, sorry.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Being on a mission is a hell
of an antidepressant.

You notice that, Benedict?

- Well, now that
you mention it.

- Whoa.

- We're entering
The Abyss, Sire.

It'll be darkness from here on.

- Thank you.

So how long
until we can keep going?

- As soon as we find safe
passage, your Majesty.

Help!

Is someone out there?
Help!

- God, I think there's someone
out there on a raft.

- Wow, wow, wow.

You just saved the shit
out of me.

Poppy Kline.

Draconologist, postgraduate
fellow, and field researcher

at your service.

- Holy shit.
You're from Brakebills?

- So, Brakebills students
are kings and queens now?

- Yeah.
- Shit.

I've stuck in The Abyss
way too long.

- How did you end up
out here anyway?

- Oh, I came with
some other students.

- Oh. Hey, sorry. I can,
um--uh.

- Spring Break,
Class of 2016?

Didn't turn out so well for us,

but that is
a whole nother story.

- Wait, sorry.

Do you know, um--

If the next two words out
of your mouth are "Josh"

and "Hoberman,"
we just became best friends.

No way.
He's still alive?

- I mean, as far as I know.

- Oh, that's amazing.

- So how does
a Brakebills student

wind up alone on a raft?

- Get a girl a drink.
I'll tell you the whole story.

All right.

♪

Your Majesty.

An urgent message
from Prince Ess of Loria.

- High Queen Margo let him go

as he was innocent
of all charges.

- Oh, right. Yeah.

Sorry about that.

I figured out the problem.
Humans don't mate in captivity.

What Margo and Fomar
need is a honeymoon.

An hour's ride North,
there is a forest

with naturally-occurring
aphrodisiacs

that's guaranteed to get
that marriage consummated.

Fine.

But if you fail--
- I know, I know.

New keepsakes.
Fingers, ears.

- Try your spleen.

- Okay.
- Go.

- Fieldwork was my thing at
Brakebills, and well, dragons.

Love them.

- Wait, so what happened
to your ship?

- Oh, wrecked.

Off the coast
of the Truthwaters.

I spent two years
on that little Picket.

And, bam.
Over in an instant.

That was three weeks ago.

- You survived for three weeks
on a raft by yourself?

- Yeah, it was rough.

Especially without magic.

Do you know anything
about why the hell

it just went out?
- I mean, um...

- I just hope
someone's fixing it.

- That someone is, um,
sort of me.

Um, I'm on a--a quest, right,
for these golden keys.

Right, so there's
seven of them.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Golden keys?

Like...

- Holy shit. How did you--

Stole it.

Mid-voyage we wound up
on this random island,

just, like,
covered in treasure.

A dragon breeding ground
which is like...

♪ Ah
Spontaneous orgasm.

I mean, places like this
are so rare.

There are only two
species of dragon

that even build
treasure-nests.

Anyway, this was
in one of them

with a bunch
of cool stuff.

But the thing that got me was

I could feel something
coming off it.

- Yeah.
- Even now.

It's somehow not dead, right?

And, you know, the dragons were
all horny and distracted,

so I just took it.

- I'm a person
of questionable ethics.

Here.

It's yours, from one quester
to another.

- Wow. Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

I mean, each one sort of

has a unique thing.

- I don't know.

Maybe you can figure it out.
- Yeah.

Uh, here's to that.

You wanna? Yeah.
- Oh.

- Okay.
Well, here goes nothing.

- Ugh, man, one of your wires
is coming loose.

You're gonna kill yourselves!

Oh, my God. I can't--
- Golly Moses.

You're right.
They're gonna kill themselves.

- Don't you have some shower
to go haunt?

- Oh, no one's showering
right now.

Except Fogg, and he's asleep.

- Jesus, that man needs help.
Is he all right?

- Ah, just a bit zozzled,
I think.

He was quite naked.

Remarkably...
well-preserved.

Guess it's possible
to age gracefully.

- Oh, my God.

Fuck, man.
I can't watch this.

This is what I love
about you, Penny.

You act like you don't care,

but really, you care most
in this whole story.

- Yeah, then--then why
is everyone acting

like I'm not a part
of it anymore?

- Maybe it's time to blouse
this popsicle stand.

Go--go find a story
to watch

that doesn't make you
so depressed.

- Oh, I think they did it.

- I'm having a good time.

Mm.

You just wait a second,
I'm gonna close--

- Rise and shine, princess.

Who?

- The real question, dipshit,
is how you managed

to black out after,
what, five drinks?

Why do you always have
to embarrass yourself?

- I don't...

Okay. Uh...

Um...

- Seriously.

You hold your liquor
like a kindergartner.

- Sorry, um, can you--are
you

- Nobody cares, dude.

They all have actual jobs,
unlike you.

- Right, okay.

No problem.

- Okay, I can explain.

- Just calm down.

It's all right.
- There's another me.

And he's mean,
and no one else can see him.

Nothing about this
is all right.

- Okay, listen.
Here's the deal.

The key does have a power.
- No shit.

- It takes the darkest
parts of you

and makes a...kind of--
well, you met it.

It's kind of like
a depression monster?

Looks like you,
talks like you.

But don't worry, it can't
actually hurt you.

Unless...

- Unless it gets in your head

and convinces you
to hurt yourself.

- Well--
- But you'll be fine.

It only affects the last person
who touched the key.

So just pass it along
to someone else.

That's what we did.

- My former shipmates.

After I stole the key,

we passed it
from person to person

until we, you know,
ran out of options.

- What does that mean,
you ran out of options?

I happened to be holding
the key when we sank

'cause the rest of 'em
just couldn't handle it.

You have to be, like,
a badass about it,

and what can I say?

They were weak.
- Okay, I'm sorry.

Exactly how many of them
survived the key before you?

- This key made half
of your shipmates

kill themselves,
and you gave it to me?

But don't worry.

They were all pretty

psychologically damaged
already.

You'll be fine.
You're so happy and positive.

- Mmmm, no. No, no.

I'm not. This is like...

It's like we're
on a boat, okay?

This is not how I usually am.

- You're usually
a wet blanket, self-pitying,

party pooping dickwad.

- Shut up!

- You better pass
that along fast.

No!
Not if there is a 50%

chance of it killing
the next person.

Okay.

Right, yep.
I'll just hold on to it.

Until we get back
to Whitespire.

I can do that.
- Your choice.

I mean, we're stuck
in The Abyss

till we found our way out.

It could be days.

It could be weeks.

Oh, but hey.
Don't stress.

You might be fine.
- You won't be.

I have come up against you
before, asshole.

Maybe a little more subtly,
but you and I both know

that I've got a black belt.

So come at me.

- The problem is your hair.

I know you're just trying
to hide your face,

but it really
only makes it worse.

Seriously,
have you ever noticed

that your face sort of
looks like a foot?

If feet had frown lines?

I mean, you're definitely
aging prematurely,

which is a symptom
of early-onset Alzheimer's.

Which, funny,
both your grandparents had.

And you will definitely get it
so then you'll be

a senile frowny foot-face.

- Jesus. Fuck.

- This is pointless.
You can't run me off.

You can't eat me off.

You can't drink me off.

You can't jerk me off.

God, you're so vulgar.

We had a thing going,
and you--you made it

unnecessarily gross.

You sick of the shallow,
petty stuff?

I get it.

The thing is,
I start on the outside,

and I work my way
into the core.

The part of you
that kept magic from Julia

when you could have helped her,

that is what set her
on that path.

You got your best friend
sexually assaulted.

And let's talk about
what happened to Alice.

You ruined her.

And she is never going to be
the girl that she was.

You killed her,
and she is never coming back.

How many people have to pay
the price for your heroics?

- Just stop!

- You are willing to destroy
everyone around you

to find something
that makes you feel okay.

But you are never
gonna feel okay.

- No, stop. You're trying
to get in my head.

- Quentin.

I am your head.

You know I'm right
because I am you.

- To Mr. and Mrs...
- Fomar.

- Fomar.

Bottoms up.

- Uh, in my culture,
the woman always drinks first.

- Drink the wine, Margo.

- I don't wanna drink
the wine.

What I wanted was for you
to handle this, Eliot.

- You'll feel better
if you just

drink the wine, Margo.

So, um...

Do we have sex in the carriage?

Or do we have sex outside?

Or do--
- I'm not having sex with you.

You psychotic fetus.

Ever.

Either I just killed him
with my rage

or you drugged his wine.

- And to think...

You doubted me.
- To think.

I just spent three days locked
in a dungeon with him.

- Okay. Yes, and that sucks.

But we have a problem,
possibly much bigger

than sleeping beauty over here.

The fairies are up to something
in the Northern Orchards.

They evacuated
the villagers weeks ago

and haven't let
another human in since.

Except Ess came through
on his way from Loria,

and he saw some crazy shit.

Rivers running red,
three-eyed fanged toads,

mutant plant life,
Chernobyl-level shit.

I think the fairies might
be poisoning the ecosystem.

- Great, well, now
I can't be mad at you.

Thanks.

- I know,
I wanted to fight, too,

so that we could make up
and on the other side of it,

we could just--

Who are we now, El?

We used to be
glamorous,

amazing mega-bitches.

And now?

- We have depth and character.

Let's decide--
we'll find us again

once we're done
saving Fillory.

Okay?

Duty calls.

Let's go see
about these orchards.

Which are...

- Nothing is going to save you.

Not Brakebills.

Not Fillory.
Not a quest.

Just do it.

Kill yourself.

Make it stop.

You know the way out.

- King Quentin, no!

- Oh, no, I wasn't.
I was just--

I thought I saw something.
- Your Majesty,

if I may, I understand
what you're contemplating.

I thought about it too.

Though I've never spoken
about it, of course.

- Well, you know what parents
teach you about emotions.

That you should bottle them up
and never talk about them

and turn them into, um,
maps, for example.

- Jesus, Benedict.

Okay, we should talk
about this.

- If it please you, Sire,
but first,

why don't we step away
from the edge of the boat?

- Yeah. I don't really trust
myself right now.

- You know, in old days,
when sailors would go mad,

the crew would tie them
to the mast.

Isn't that funny?

- Oh, my God.
Tie me to the mast.

No--no, Your Majesty.
- No, do it.

Okay, swear to me,
no matter what I say,

that you will not untie me
until we get to Whitespire.

- Very well.
I won't.

- Thank you.

- It worked.

- Thank you.

- Oh. I see
the transfer worked.

- It's still small, I can feel
that, but I'm gonna grow it.

- I hope you'll be careful.

- I will be.

- You know that fixing
my glasses

won't fix me.

- Yeah, but they make
all of this

one speck less shitty.

It smells like the fairy realm.

- We're so far North.

The climate should be cold
and dry, not hot and moist.

- Yeah, well, they're such
moisture freaks.

All that spritzing
and bathing.

You know, it's--it's like
they're afraid

to dry out in Fillory
or something.

- Oh, my God.

- The fuckers are terraforming.

- They're turning our kingdom
into a mushroom steam bath.

That is not okay.
- No.

Definitely not.

That mushroom just moved.

I'm--I'm gonna do it.

- Mm. Margo, don't.

- Oh.

- Uh.

- It's a fairy embryo.

- These are eggs, El.

- The fairies aren't
just terraforming.

They're growing an army.

- I think these fairies might
actually qualify as Big Bads.

I mean, think about
all the crazy shit

they've kept us busy with.

Earthworms, adolescent
slug mash, turtle semen.

This is all just
a thin frosting of whimsy

on a cupcake of conspiracy.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
This is a full-scale invasion.

We need a plan bigger than just
assassinating the Queen.

We need--we need--we
need--we need--we need...

We need...Margo?

Margo?

Kidnapping. Hostages.
Leverage.

Don't ask questions, go! Go!

- Go, go!

Imagine being stuck
on a raft with that thing.

Have you tried distracting it?

For some reason, mine
was really into seagulls.

Wonder if that's because
I'm into seagulls?

- Please, fuck off.

- Look, I'm sorry
I passed you the key.

I really thought
you could handle it.

- This is me handling it.

- No, no, you're right.

I wish we'd thought of tying
ourselves up.

That first day,
we passed it around randomly.

That killed
three of us off quick.

Called it Bloody Tuesday.

We figured out it affects
some people right away.

Others, it takes time
to wear down.

You want me to take
the key for a while?

Give you some relief?

- No.

I don't trust you not
to pass it on to someone else.

And I need it.

For the quest.
- Fine.

Be a suffer-martyr.

- Look, the keys don't
just make you suffer.

They help sometimes, too.

Like with the keyholes
and shit like that.

- Keyholes, like...

- Like in the walls
or clocks.

Don't ask me how it works.

So--so where
do the keyholes go?

- To Earth or the Neitherlands
or wherever.

- Wait, wait.
Are you serious?

- Stop it.
What are you doing?

- I've been stuck here in
Fillory this whole time

when I could have gone home?

- Hey.
No, Poppy, stop it.

Poppy, no.
Stop.

Poppy!

- I told you
you should've killed yourself.

- Okay.

Okay, we just have one
outstanding problem.

You kind of still need
to fuck your husband.

- Don't worry.
I got this.

Let's just say Ess was right
about the toads in these parts.

- No, baby.

They've got fangs.

Oh! Oh, something bit
my manhood.

- Congratulations, son.
You just had sex.

The first time's
always painful.

It's all those teeth
they've got down there.

But, hey, you were amazing.

What?

I like to watch.

Hmm?

- Benedict!

Benedict, help!

- Oh, my God, Benedict.

Okay, untie me.

- Sire, you said not
to untie you.

- No. No, no, no, no, no.

Please, come on.
Okay, look.

I'm not trying to kill myself.

Poppy took the key,
and she is trying

to use it to get back to Earth.

Just--okay, go find
her yourself.

Just whatever you do, do not
let her leave with that key.

- Yes, Your Majesty.

- God.

- No! Stop!

- I'm sorry, Your Majesty.

I'm a terrible failure.

- Okay. It's okay.

We'll get the key back somehow.

Benedict.

Hey, hey. Benedict.

Whoa, Benedict, no.
Hey, listen.

Whatever it's telling you
to do, do not do it.

- I'm sorry.

- Benedict, no!

- Mm. Yummy.

- * Oh, as long as I know
how to love *

♪ I know I'll stay alive

♪ I've got all my life
to live ♪

♪ I've got all my love
to give ♪

♪ And I'll survive,
hey, hey ♪

- Just saying goodbye.

Goodbye?
Where are you going?

- Just away.

- Away--wait.

Fuck, I hate this thing.
Um. I don't understand.

Is this because
of what happened with Kady?

- No.
- Okay.

Is it because we did
the transfer?

- No. Look, I gotta go.

- Wait, will you just
talk to me for a second?

- You know what,
we barely know each other.

Don't suddenly act like
you care just 'cause I'm going.

- I'm not acting.

I do care.
I don't want to see you go.

I don't want
to see you give up.

- Yeah.

- You're the one who had magic,
and you gave it away.

What's your plan?
Go back to law school?

Live off your trust fund?

- Actually, no, my plan
was to take five minutes

and try to remember
what life was like

without a god or a quest.

Or some dead asshole
bothering me.

And, I don't know,
frankly beyond that,

it's none
of your business.

- 'Cause you have nothing
beyond that.

- Penny wants to say goodbye.

- I can't do this anymore.

I can't be a ghost person
in my own life, okay?

- Why don't I just
make you a new body?

Like Mayakovsky did for me.

- A-plus job

getting rid of me,
gorgeous.

- That time you fell out
of a tree when you were 12.

The bone in your arm healed
in six little weeks.

How come your fear
of heights never did?

I'm not the bone.

I'm the terror.

I do love how you keep trying.

And trying.

And trying.
And trying.

I have not been punched

that hard since
Burning Man.

Where is he?
Where did he go?

Why does it smell
like barbeque?

- Benedict is dead,
and best-case-scenario,

the dragon shits the key
into the bottom of the ocean.

- Um, Quentin.
- Don't talk to me.

Please, I mean it.
- Okay.

Just
Just one thing

and I swear I will never
talk to you again.

- Dragons don't shit.

- Okay, great, fun fact.
Thanks.

- No one knows exactly
how it works,

but what they ingest
goes elsewhere.

They're gatekeepers, you know?

They don't just make portals.

They are portals.

So, actual
best-case-scenario...

- The key went
to the Underworld.

- Mm.
- Oh, my God.

- If you're here,
I'm practicing

an Osseus Confervium.
Bone-knitting.

First step to building
a new body.

- I know you can't see me,
but I'm here.

Thanks for giving a shit
about me.

Alice?

Alice?

God, Alice.
Alice!

God, this is--where's...

Alice!

Okay, okay, God.
Come on.

Come on, someone's got
to hear this, please.

- * Oh, as long as I know
how to love *

♪ I know I'll stay alive

♪ I've got all my life
to live ♪

♪ I've got all my love
to give ♪

♪ And I'll survive,
hey, hey ♪

♪ It took all the strength
I had not to fall apart ♪

♪ Kept trying hard to mend the
pieces of my broken heart ♪