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Previously on Yellowjackets...

Is this where the purple people are?

- Supposed to be. - Do you know

- where their place is? - Off Route 19 somewhere.

Okay.

Cops know about the affair.

How would they know?

My mom's cheating on my dad.

It's a whole thing.

Ms. Sadecki was cheating on her husband.

The daughter just confirmed.

On the night Travis died, he called me.

He'd written you that note.

I didn't kill him, Nat.

I was trying to save him.

Every time that you try to save someone,

a lot of bad shit happens.

I'm gonna put a stop to your fucking bullshit.

I don't know how yet,

but I'm gonna stop it.

You're gonna be a great mom,

and you have all of us to help, and it's gonna be

a beautiful thing.

Taissa, you are very sick.

Remember when I told you about my, uh, problem?

It's getting worse. Where you headed?

Um, going west?

Want a ride?

"What's Up?" by 4 Non Blondes

25 years and my life is still

Trying to get up that great big hill of hope

For a destination

I realized quickly when I knew I should

That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man

For whatever that means

And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed

Just to get it all out, what's in my head

And I, I am feeling...

Oh, hey, guys.

Welcome.

Logan's right. This place is sick.

And I step outside and I take a deep breath...

These boxy things are all movies?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, the boxy things

are VHS tapes, and they go into a VCR machine,

which we rent also.

Hey-ey-ey-ey...

Okay.

Party Girl is my new favorite movie.

Parker Posey is my new dream woman.

I would marry her today.

Oh, well, get in line.

Oh, I have something for you, actually.

Landmark queer girl cinema.

The Watermelon Woman.

It's so good. Cheryl Dunye.

You got to let me know what you think.

- Oh, thank you. - Okay.

quiet, dramatic music

Tai?

Hey, Van.

"No Return" by Craig Wedren and Anna Waronker

It was cool, nothing fire

Nothing broke

Keep simple

Nothing tired, nothing old

Same as you

Same as you

Oh, so cute, so revival

So alone

Birthday suit, just a smile

No one home

Same as you

Same as you

vocalizing

No return, no return

No reason

No return, no return

No reason

No return, no return

No reason

No return, no return

No reason

quiet, dramatic music

singer vocalizing

Good morning.

Is it?

The hungry one kicking your bladder again?

I just don't know how much more I can take.

I know it sucks.

At least it's almost over.

Tai?

They're about to start.

I'll be right out.

- Don't. - Seriously?

Tai, you, too?

It's mostly just Lottie's woo-woo bullshit,

listening to the trees.

But Van's convinced I stopped sleepwalking

because I started going, and it's making her very happy,

as you can see.

Happy wife, happy life.

eerie, ethereal music

Take a breath.

What do we feel?

The cold.

It makes my cheeks burn.

But it also makes me feel...

...awake.

Like, really awake.

It makes me feel...

alive.

Good.

Now, what do we hear?

disorienting music

The wind.

I can hear it in the pines.

It's... peaceful.

It sounds like a whisper.

It sounds like...

Singing.

Good.

We're tuning in to nature.

Into each other.

That connection is what's gonna protect us,

and we need to nurture it. Especially now.

A new life is coming,

and we can't wait to meet him.

We can't wait to meet him.

Okay, um...

Hold hands.

We'll try what we did yesterday.

Try to tune into each other's breath,

and then go past it.

See what you can hear past that.

Fuck me

Tell all your friends you've got me

Can't make me come, so I made you leave...

Ooh, not looking good there, champ.

Ooh.

Oh, oh.

Okay.

Nobody fucks with the "Jay-sus."

It's a little much. It's a little much.

Are you, are you, are you Jesus?

It's from the movie.

How about we make a bet this time?

If I get a strike,

then you have to kiss me.

Big mouth

You got a really big mouth

Fucked up and let your friends down...

Okay, Gutterballs.

You know what?

You're on.

No pressure.

Drunk again

You think we care about what happened?

Shit about feeling abandoned

It's time to leave, let me go...

Strike.

You got a really big mouth...

Holy shit.

Did you just hustle me?

I sexually hustled you.

A girl can't wait forever, you know.

You got a really big mouth...

Thought that we agreed we were gonna

take things slow.

I mean, we're both going through some heavy shit at home,

and you just got out of

- a relationship. - Right.

I just think that I thought this was something

that it obviously isn't,

so maybe I should just go.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Look, uh...

It's not like I don't want to, you know,

take the next step, 'cause I do.

Pretty fucking bad.

It's just...

I like you, Callie.

I really like you, and this is about the time

where I start to screw things up

because I'm going too fast.

I just want to do this right.

You know?

Okay, yeah.

Okay?

I really like you, too.

Asshole.

Fuck yeah.

- I'm calling that a win. - Okay.

All right, I got to take a leak.

No cheating while I'm gone.

My shift's over, so I've closed you out here.

If you want anything else, the bar's open.

Great, thanks.

ominous music

I can't believe he won't tell us where he's been.

He could have found another cabin.

Or other people even.

Well, then he would have been rescued. Duh.

Maybe he did die,

and that's his ghost.

Hey, Javi, just nod if you found shelter.

Seriously, you owe us after stealing our bear meat.

Hey, Trav?

slow, ominous music

Yeah, maybe you could help here.

He'll talk when he's ready.

Hey, Javi, where'd you find that...?

I was gonna go to the stream

and check the gill net.

You want to come?

I'm good.

I wish I could give you more, Nugget.

What?

Oh.

I was just talking to myself.

Okay...

Okay.

Okay, okay, your turn.

Um, which three famous people

would you have at your slumber party?

Uh, let me think, uh...

Plato.

Duh.

Uh, Eric Nies just 'cause

I'd want him to teach me how to dance.

The Grind. Obsessed. And?

I... no, I can't. I can't.

Oh, come on. I pinky swear I won't tell.

Okay.

Jack Kevorkian just because

I feel like what he does is so brave.

We had to put down our beagle

Whimsy last year.

It's like, why should humans have to suffer

more than beagles?

Also, young Kevorkian was kind of hot.

I know, right?

What are you two dorks dorking out about?

- Uh... - Actually,

don't answer that, just pick your chore.

Again?

It's okay.

- I'll help you carry the bucket. - Really?

- Mm-hmm. - Thanks, bestie.

Okay.

You all right?

Yeah, sorry.

I was just thinking that maybe

you're right about taking things slow.

Things are getting really bad at home,

and my head is, like, all fucked-up.

Yeah, is it stuff with your mom?

You know, the affair?

Look, you can talk to me if...

if it helps.

I actually found out who she's been fucking.

Whoa.

Yeah? Who is it?

My dad's best friend Randy.

Like, how fucked-up is that?

Yeah.

"Stayin' Alive" by Tropical Fuck Storm

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother

You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Feel the city breakin' and...

So... what'll it be today?

A little Les Mis? Phantom?

I need to concentrate,

and, um,

and so do you.

Yep.

I haven't seen anything purple or cult-related yet.

Hey, how about we play a game until we do?

That's the opposite of concentrating.

I can multitask. Two truths and a lie?

It could be a good way for us to get to know each other better.

All righty, uh, I'll go first.

I once owned a small business

where we sold artisanal small-batch goat cheese,

and by "we," I mean myself and a goat named Billy.

There's a nonzero chance

that Barry Manilow is my biological father.

And three: I have $175,000 worth of stock in Taco Bell,

and I have never been to a single one.

The beans upset my stomach.

I can tell you're thinking hard.

I'm not.

Okay.

All right, I guess you'll just never know then.

Barry Manilow.

Nope.

Well, then it's the goat Billy.

Male goats do not make cheese.

Billy is a girl.

Ah-ah-ah, they're all true.

I-I don't think that you understand

the rules of your own game.

There's only ever one rule: Win.

And now you know a little bit more about me, so...

win.

So, since I gave you three truths and no lies,

it only seems fair that you do the same for me?

Fine.

I do not like monkeys,

I think we're asking the wrong questions

about the moon landing, and...

Wait, wait, wait. Turn around!

Oh, my God, turn around!

- Huh? - Just do it, just do it.

I think we found her.

Oh, shit.

...standing here.

I've had the privilege of watching

this relationship blossom from the very beginning

and I'm excited to see them start

this new chapter of their lives together.

To the happy couple,

who've managed to embark on this journey...

Who's that? - Oh, Jesus.

Tai.

Uh...

I have no idea, I'm just digitizing their tapes.

So, um...

...you gonna tell me why you're here,

or are we just gonna pretend this isn't super weird?

You haven't changed.

What are you doing here, Tai?

It's been... a long time.

A really fucking long time.

slow, dramatic music

It's happening again, isn't it?

The sleepwalking?

I got you something.

Holy shit.

I can't believe they still make these.

Yeah, you remember when we

swapped that fancy guest book pen

for one of those at Shauna's wedding?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Mrs. Taylor almost had a stroke.

"I can see her bosoms."

Oh, my God.

So...

...how bad is it?

Hey.

Do you want a sandwich?

With cinnamon raisin bread.

It was on sale.

No.

Um, remember when you asked if I had told anyone

about all the stuff

that's going on?

Promise you won't freak out.

- Sure. - No.

I've...

...been hanging out with this guy, and...

I just found out he's kind of a cop.

A fucking cop?

How old is he?

And I might have mentioned that

you had an affair, but that was before

I knew that he was a cop.

Does he know that you're still in high school?

Oh, my God, you promised not to freak out.

Besides, it's fine. I fixed it.

What? How?

I said Mom was sleeping with Randy.

Randy Walsh.

You told him my wife was sleeping

with my best friend?

Well, at least it's better than telling him

it was the guy that she killed.

Yeah. Sure.

I... You know, I can't believe

that I'm going to say this,

but... it's actually not

a terrible idea.

You cannot be serious.

Jeff.

I don't actually have to sleep with him,

but if the police

think that we are, it's...

Oh, okay. Here's what you do.

Okay? You text the guy,

say that you just found out

that I'm meeting Randy tonight.

They're obviously following you,

so they'll probably follow me,

and they'll just, like,

stake us out or whatever, and...

So... I did fix it?

You...

You-you did great.

ethereal, ominous music

Hey, Natalie,

you're coming to the workshop, right?

Yeah, I'll be there in a minute.

You want to walk with us?

You bet.

I was surprised to see you in the circle this morning.

Same.

Why'd you start going?

Van asked me to.

What about you?

Well, I saw you going,

and I was bored.

Back home, Rachel and I

had this pregame ritual.

Before every game, Rachel and I

would pump ourselves up to "Easy Lover,"

and then I would put on my lucky socks,

and she would put on her lucky shin guards,

and then we would tap our cleats on the line

at the same time before we took the field.

That's really cute,

but I'm not sure how well it worked.

You guys lost a lot.

Well, maybe we would have lost more without it.

Maybe it wasn't even the point.

It just felt good.

Like we could pretend it made a difference,

like we would play better

or they would play worse.

I mean, it's not like we really believed in it,

not deep down, but...

we still did it before every game.

I think I am gonna keep going

to Lottie's morning thing.

Yeah.

I'll probably keep going, too.

Well, yeah,

because you're totally whipped.

Excuse me?

- Hmm? - What'd you say?

Tai. - You cannot...

You are something else.

Here.

Come on, it's good vitamin C.

Look.

I get running away,

especially that night.

A lot of fucked-up things happened.

Whatever you saw out there,

why you're not talking to us, to me,

you don't have to say anything if you don't want to.

But please

just tell me where you were, Javi.

Okay.

He'll be all right,

he just needs time.

You don't think he got enough of that out there?

- Travis... - Quit acting

like such a fucking saint.

You planted the bloody clothes.

Just say it.

I did, but only...

You made me stop looking for him.

I didn't think that he was alive.

It doesn't make any sense that he is.

Well, maybe he wouldn't be so fucked-up

if I had found him sooner, so that's on you.

Hey, focus.

What?

All right.

What am I supposed to do now?

Think of me

like a mirror.

Okay? You're projecting your own negative thoughts onto me.

Giving voice to our darkest thoughts

is how we gain access to our deepest truths.

It's what we do.

And it works.

You can go deeper, Natalie.

I know there's more in there.

What did you do there?

Nothing, just an accident.

But we are here to focus on you.

You ready?

Actually, uh, before we go into

the black recesses of my soul,

I just need a minute.

Of course.

Oh, good, thanks.

Natalie.

What?

Someone's here to see you.

What the hell are you doing here?

Oh, thank God you're safe.

Safe? What are you talking about?

And who the fuck is this?

Walter.

I've heard nothing but wonderful things about you.

We're here to rescue you.

I mean, you-you were kidnapped, right?

No.

Uh, yes, technically

I was, but it's no big deal, okay?

Lottie sent some people

for me, but I'm not being held

against my will. Anymore.

I'm sorry, Lottie?

As in Lottie?

Lottie, who was committed to a mental institution

in Switzerland? That Lottie?

Yes, Misty, that's the one.

You're gonna have to elaborate.

She runs a place here,

and she's helping me reflect or whatever.

So, you and your Hardy Boy can go home.

But...

I'm doing a fucking thing here, Misty.

I don't need you getting in my way.

She seems really nice.

ominous music

She found that in your basement?

Did Sam see?

Sammy. God...

Thank God, no.

I don't understand what the fuck is going on.

Why is this happening?

I mean, have you seen a sleep doctor?

Yeah, "Hey, Doc.

If I happen to mention

sacrificing anything on an altar,

well, just ignore that part, okay? Thanks."

Well, what now?

Well, um, first I was hoping I could take a shower.

I'm serious.

Well, so am I. I just hitchhiked across Pennsylvania.

I do not smell great.

All right.

I'll get you a towel and some clothes.

Okay, thank you.

Okay, okay, rapid-fire secrets.

Ready? Mm-hmm.

Sometimes I don't take the poop

all the way to the toilet.

I just dump it around here.

Oh, I don't blame you.

Oh, I hate deodorant.

Wh-When the plane crashed, I pretended that I ran out,

but really I just lied.

I let Justin Lee finger me backstage

for the dress rehearsal of Bye Bye Birdie.

One time I walked in on my parents having sex,

and I wasn't completely grossed out.

Oh, you good? You good?

Well, Einstein says that curiosity

is a sign of intelligence.

Well, maybe I'm a genius, then.

Flush.

Okay, now grab some sticks

so we can scrape the rest of it out.

Okay, here's one you got to pinky swear

you won't tell anybody.

My name isn't Crystal.

It's Kristen.

Everyone got it wrong on the first day of practice

and I never corrected them.

Why not?

'Cause they started calling me "Crystal the Pistol,"

and no one had given me a nickname before,

so I-I was afraid that if I told them the truth,

they wouldn't like me as much.

I didn't think that people liked me very much either

before the plane crashed.

And then, all of a sudden,

they started listening to me.

Do you get how lucky we are?

Some people never find someone

they trust enough to share their deepest secrets.

intriguing music

I have another secret. A ginormous one, okay?

But you have to swear on your mom's life

that you will not tell anyone.

I-I swear on Carol's life.

The night after the plane crashed,

when everybody was asking

for my help and...

and treating me like I was actually useful...

I found the plane's emergency transmitter.

And I...

I destroyed it.

disorienting music

Crystal?

You're the reason we never got rescued?

Oh, my gosh, you should see your face.

I, I totally got you.

You're not that good of an actress.

Come on, bestie, you don't actually think

I-I would do something like that, do you?

You're not... you're not my best friend.

You're a psycho.

What? No, no, no, Crystal, Crystal, stop, stop.

Okay, you can't tell anyone.

I mean it, okay? I-I'll do whatever you want.

I will flush the toilet for you,

and I'll do all your chores, okay?

You just, you cannot tell anybody. Please.

- Or what, you'll poison me? - No.

I'll...

fucking...

kill you.

I'm getting the feeling you're upset.

I just don't...

I don't understand how I could have missed this.

Lottie?

I kept tabs on everybody,

and I mean everybody.

But I must not mean everybody because I missed this.

How?

Well, on the bright side, your friend's okay.

And that's why we came here, right?

Maybe you can move on now.

Move on?

Didn't Natalie tell you to go home?

Yeah, but it was obviously an act.

I mean, if they're really holding her hostage,

the first thing they're gonna want her to do

is cut ties with all her close friends.

That's Cult 101.

Maybe... Maybe Lottie is jealous

of what Natalie and I have.

I mean, you can't buy that kind of friendship,

but you could kidnap it and try to...

Murder for it?

Excuse me?

intriguing, percussive music

Your friendships are a little more complicated than most.

Kidnapping, cults, death.

Adam Martin.

Look, the story you told

about Adam's grieving mother was moving,

but like any good citizen detective,

I followed up.

I'm sorry to say,

Misty, you slipped on this one.

She's very much dead.

So I-I-I laid it out.

I laid it all out to see why you would want to lie

about something like that,

and I deduced that

you probably killed him.

Maybe to help a friend?

You think I'm capable of murder?

Sure.

You're charming and impulsive,

which are traits of most serial killers.

Only, you pull it off.

Look, my grandmother

was convicted of killing my Grandpa Joe.

Even though she got 30 years,

she never failed to send me a birthday card.

She was thoughtful like that.

Like you.

Look, all I'm trying to say is, I like you

regardless of your extracurricular activities.

You need to go.

What? Uh, wait, w-wait, what? I...

But I-I'm your ride.

I'll figure it out.

But this? You and me, whatever this is, it's over.

suspenseful music

His best friend.

Damn, that's cold.

I'll believe it when I see it.

Oh, my God.

Holy shit, you look fucking amazing. Come on in.

Well, there you go, hot shot.

Damn.

I got us some chips,

but I ate all the Fritos.

I could get some more if you want.

No, I'm-I'm good. Thanks, Randy.

So Jeff didn't really tell me much.

Uh, that we're supposed to hang out for a bit,

and not to touch you.

So, this doesn't

have anything to do with, um,

that Natalie and the FBI thing?

What?

An agent invited me to his boat,

asked me if I'd seen her around.

But don't worry, they didn't mention the B-mail.

What did I tell you

about keeping that word out of your mouth?

I'm sorry.

Watch it.

I'll do... I'll do better.

That's really weird.

What else did they ask you about Natalie?

Just where she was

and if she was hanging out with some purple weirdos.

Okay. Um...

Well, let's just get to it.

Whoa.

Shauna, I-I'm flattered,

but I really love Tammy,

a-a-and she, like,

- just took me back, so... - Randy, that is not for us.

Just jerk off into it and throw it in the trash.

- What? Why? - No questions, okay?

After what you and Jeff did, you owe me.

Go on.

All right.

Hey.

Don't you dare think about me.

Scout's honor.

eerie, ominous music

You're gonna change everything.

What the fuck, Lottie?

What the...? What happened?

She was whispering weird shit to my baby.

I was just talking to him.

It's good to talk to them in utero.

Yeah, so they learn to recognize their mother's voice.

She wasn't hurting anyone, Shauna.

Wow.

Okay, fuck this.

pulsing, ominous music

What is this?

That's medication for me to mind my own business.

- You should take two. - Okay, I am serious.

That is some heavy-duty shit.

Yeah, the "V" is for Vicky.

She... got cancer a few years back.

She lived here until she died.

I'm sorry.

I know you and your mom had a complicated relationship.

At least you were talking again.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah,

The cancer scared the bitch right out of her.

I guess people... reassess their choices

when they know they're gonna die.

Maybe you don't have to be dying to have regrets.

No.

You don't get to do this.

- No way. - What? What?

You can't come up here and drop

your fucking anvil into my life

and then go all High Fidelity on me.

"So what's the deal with what happened to us?"

- Is that Seinfeld? - I'm mixing my pop culture

metaphors 'cause I'm fucking upset!

Fuck.

- I shouldn't have come here. - Oh, fuck you, dude.

Don't make me convince you to let me help you.

You know I'm not letting you leave here like this,

so at least you could have the decency

to actually ask for my help.

I killed my fucking dog, Van.

My wife is in the hospital.

I'm losing my fucking mind, and I'm terrified!

Like all the way.

Like I haven't been since...

I can't ask you for your help

'cause I don't want to hurt any more of the people I love.

God...

dramatic music

Hey.

Look, we'll figure it out.

Come on.

We'll figure this out.

Here we go.

You almost, um, finished?

Goddamn it.

Come on, Ran-dawg.

dramatic electronic music

So you've been scamming everyone?

Why don't you tell everyone

why you have detailed reports

about their personal lives?

You have their phones and notes

on their family and bank info.

She's manipulating all of you!

She's taking advantage of you,

she's preying and profiting!

They already know.

Bullshit.

We give our personal possessions willingly.

She is clinically insane!

And her delusions have hurt people.

You should know better than anyone

we can't define a person based on their past.

Leave us.

Please.

You're not going to find what you're looking for

in my office.

'Cause what you're looking for is in your head.

Travis said that you were right about something,

and it was obviously important enough

to leave you a message about it.

Don't you want to know what that is?

Because I sure as hell do.

I want to understand what Travis was going through.

And I want to know what that note means.

You know what he was going through.

You started it.

Maybe that's true.

But I need to know.

I know how we can figure this out.

Together.

Shauna, it's freezing out here.

Okay, yeah, you can give me

the silent treatment all you want,

but I'm not gonna leave you out here,

even though I probably should.

Am I supposed to say I'm sorry?

You're supposed to be my friend.

You're supposed to be

on my side, not Team Lottie.

There's one fucking team, Shauna, and we're all on it.

You can't think that's still true.

Look, I know that you're freaked out...

No, don't do that.

This is not about me being scared.

Then what is it about?

'Cause you joined their fucking prayer club!

It's not like that.

I'm only in it because of Van. And Lottie and...

She's obsessed with my baby, Tai.

Okay, so Lottie's excited about the baby.

We all are.

No, if anyone should be excited, it's me.

But I'm rightfully freaking the fuck out about having a baby

in the middle of the fucking woods, and news flash,

having a bunch of psychos praying for me

in some weird fucking tree cult

isn't making my life any easier.

I don't need your fucking prayers,

- I need you to have my back. - I do.

But, Shauna, for the first time

in a really long time,

I'm not afraid to fall asleep.

And, yeah, you're right, it's probably not because

I listened to the pine needles or whatever,

but I'm gonna take what I can get,

and I am not going to apologize for that.

Ow!

Fuck.

Shauna, are you okay?

intense, ominous music

Ah!

We need to get back to the cabin.

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

No, Crystal.

Crystal.

Kristen!

No, no, no, no!

No. No, no.

Ah, ah, ah, ah,

stayin' alive,

stayin' alive. Ah, ah,

ah... No. No.

I'm sorry.

No, no!

I'm sorry, bestie.

Well, there you have it.

Wait.

Something about this doesn't feel right.

You watched

The French Connection too many times, buddy.

No.

We should check the room,

get confirmation they boned.

Saracusa, you're kid...

I know you're new,

but they did teach you, without a warrant,

nothing's admissible, right?

Relax, I'm just gonna look around a little.

You see the bed?

You good, or do you want me to radio forensics?

Just give me a minute?

Okay.

Hey, Murder, She Wrote,

get over here.

That enough confirmation for you?

Shit.

Ah, Jesus, Matt. What the fuck?

Strawberries.

Strawberries.

It's not spooge,

it's lotion. Fuck yeah!

The 'Cuse is loose, baby!

Shauna just wanted us

to think that she was fucking Randy

so we wouldn't think that she was fucking Adam.

Which means the kid intentionally gave you bad info.

You've been made.

Whatever.

She might be good,

but I'm better.

She told me not to come back.

Uh, who did?

My friend.

Javi. Who is your friend?

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I lost her!

- Who? - Crystal!

We were together, and then...

and then we got separated in the storm,

and it all happened so fast.

I kept looking for her and looking for her,

and I was screaming for her name,

but-but she just, like, vanished.

Okay, well, we need to go look for her.

Oh, shit. Tai and Shauna

are still out there.

Shit.

We're never gonna find them in this.

What do we do?

Tai! Shauna!

Tai!

Shauna!

Crystal!

- Taissa! - Crystal!

Where are we?

Are we even going the right way?

We might've gotten turned around.

Tai, I don't know what to do.

Okay, just breathe. Shauna, breathe.

- You're okay. - I ca--

- I can't. - It's okay. It's okay,

I'm gonna figure it out.

I'm gonna get us home.

Van, what do you hear?

What the fuck does that have to do with anything?

I hear the wind.

I hear my breath.

I hear the trees.

I hear my breath.

I hear the wind.

I feel our friends wanting to find us.

I hear my breath.

I hear the wind.

I feel our friends wanting to find us.

I feel our friends coming back to us.

I feel our friends coming back to us.

I feel our friends coming back to us...

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Whoa, Tai.

Oh, you're the other one, aren't you?

What do you want?

This isn't where we're supposed to be.

This a technique I learned during my time away.

Just breathe.

Listen to my voice...

...and watch the light,

no matter how difficult.

Allow yourself to go back

and picture the last time...

...you saw Travis alive.

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What do you see?

A beach.

Nat, you good over there?

Travis.

I hadn't seen him in a while.

He had a job,

was seeing some girl.

Part of me wanted to ruin it.

But another part of me just missed him.

Then what happened?

Natalie, then what happened?

What always happens.

You okay?

Fuck this painting.

I don't even know why

they'd hang a painting like that in here.

Why are you being stingy?

I'm not. Here.

Natalie! Come on, Nat.

What do you see?

I see the crash site,

but it's different.

Keep going.

I see us.

We didn't make it.

None of us?

We weren't alone out there.

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Nat, wake up. Come on.

Can you hear us? Can you hear us?

Wake up! Wake up!

- Five milligrams of Narcan. - Come on!

Natalie, wake up.

Ma'am, can you hear us?

Yes.

I saw it.

I felt it.

We brought it back.

Trav...

we brought it back with us.

It's okay.

You're here.

The whole time,

there was something,

some darkness,

out there...

...with us.

Or in us.

It still is.

That's what I was right about.

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Oh, finally.

Can you help me?

Please, I want to join.

The wind. I feel the snow...

Oh, my God, Shauna.

Shauna.

Oh, my God.

Tai!

Come on, Shauna.

Oh, my God.

Get them inside. Come on, come on.

- Shauna! - Thank God.

Shauna!

Come on, come on.

It's okay, it's okay.

Come on.

Inside. Get inside.

- Oh, my God. - You guys are okay.

- You got her? - Is she okay?

Is she in labor?

"Mother" by Danzig

Mother