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The first law of nature
is natural selection,

survival of the fittest.

It determines whether a
species endures or goes extinct.

Dad?

Dad?

One might guess the
smartest or strongest

would stand the best chance, but no.

Survival is determined
by the ability to adapt.

Dad?!

The mind can push
the body to great lengths

in the name of survival.

But at what cost?

Morris and I are still nesting with Maya.

It's my week out of the house.

You say nesting like I know what that is.

You know, it's what all
the separated parents

are doing these days.

We switch off weeks at home

so Maya can stay put for stability.

I haven't secured a spot yet.

Is the coffee still on?

Splash of oat, two sugars.

You know how I like it.

How is Maya?

Well, she's a strong girl,

but, you know how young teens are.

It's a whole lot going on
underneath the surface.

I'm sure she'll be fine after
a few ill-advised boyfriends

and one very fun night out in cabo.

We do not talk about that.

Anyway, what about you?

God, no wonder you're single.

There's no room here with all this stuff.

Wolf, when are you
gonna let someone new in?

I have.

- We call him John Doe.
- Okay.

He's a man of few
words, but that could be

the letter board's fault.
Conversation is glacial.

And I don't think I'm his type.

- And there goes my point.
- Any day he could give up

and be headed back to long-term care.

But... if we can get him enrolled

in one of these brain
machine interface clinical trials,

this neurotech could translate
his thoughts into written

and spoken word in real time.

Neurotech?

I assume you're looking
into the study at htu?

Yeah, yeah, the one under gadson.

I know Simon.

Happy to talk to him. See if I can help.

Really?

Help me or help you?

Is cabo Carol getting her groove back?

- God.
- I don't know about all that.

God. It's been so long.

I wouldn't even know
what single Carol looks like.

Maybe now's a good time to find out.

Guess we'll officially know if
you really have mirror-touch

or are just another self-proclaimed hsp.

Ooh, are you flexing right now?

No, I'm focusing.

Anyway, what's an hps?

Hsp... highly sensitive person. Come on.

Anyone else feel like we're in "flatliners"?

- Cause I'd be into it.
- Couldn't watch it.

When you can feel every
stab and every punch,

it's kind of hard to get
through scary movies.

This is wild, man. How have
you been getting through all this?

Well, in med school,
I aced all the exams,

but I struggled with the practicum.

I thought knowing what
was wrong would fix it,

but what good is a diagnosis

if I can't help a suffering patient

'cause I just still feel
everything that they do?

There were a few coping
mechanisms you can try

meditation, find an
emotional anchor to tether to,

positive self-talk.

You just have to find
the one that works for you.

Or, in my experience, there is
one thing that helps me perform.

We get it. You have sex.

- We'll figure it out, Van.
- Dr. Wolf?

Okay.

Dr. Wolf, playtime is over.

- Ob's paging us.
- Ob wants me? What for?

Sarah Kim is a senior at bell wood high.

But she came all this
way for an ultrasound

- because there's...
- Higher likelihood

her parents find out she's pregnant

if she goes to her local hospital.

Bingo. Small town, big talk.

Sarah, you mind if I take
another look with my colleagues?

Go for it. The more face
time I get with her, the better.

I'm counting down the
days till I get to hold her.

There is no baby.

Sarah appears to be
in her second trimester.

She reported amenorrhea for six months,

noted fetal movement,
even started to lactate.

And yet no fetus.

If her medical workup
comes back negative,

age aside, sounds like a false pregnancy.

Textbook pseudocyesis.

Sarah and her body
believe she's pregnant.

It's possible she's on meds

that increase her prolactin levels, but

that still doesn't explain
why a teenage girl would

cling to a fantasy so many kids her age

would consider a nightmare.

That's exactly why I'm
handing Sarah over to you.

"You"? As in Dr. Pierce, right?

She's professionally
much more equipped

to handle a psych patient like this.

If you recall, my availability is a little tight

due to a certain John Doe.

You're running point
on this while I'm out.

Great. She'll need every resource

after we tell her she's not pregnant.

Do we have to tell her yet?

It's better to let Sarah
believe she's having a baby

while we look for the root cause.

Happy, pregnant, and
cooperative is better

than a teenager on the
brink of an emotional collapse.

Yeah, we'll take her to
our floor and run more tests.

Thank you, Dr. Alvarez.

You guys came!

I'm so happy you made it!

Okay. Are you ready?

I was doing rounds and got accosted

by a swarm of teenage
girls asking for Sarah.

Fatigue, amenorrhea, nausea, vomiting.

- They're all pregnant.
- Are low-rise jeans

and pregnancy pacts
making a comeback?

Okay. Let's order urine,
beta-hcg, and ultrasounds.

The only thing weirder
than if they're all pregnant

is if they're all not.

- Matching bellies.
- I know!

That's so cool.

In 1518, a woman started
dancing in the streets in strasbourg.

She danced for weeks, unable to stop.

The dancing plague
spread to 400 victims,

many of whom died from heart
attack, stroke, or exhaustion.

For centuries, there
were cases of convents

being stricken by bouts
of uncontrolled biting.

And in 2012, a group
of cheerleaders upstate

inexplicably started developing tics.

- Yeah...
- Sorry to interrupt, but one

did you have this slides
how just lying around?

And two, since all the
girls' tests and ultrasounds

came back negative, are you suggesting

mass-psychogenic illness,
formerly known as mass hysteria.

It's very rare, but it has
plagued humanity in every age,

and it is a once-in-a-lifetime case.

- How do you explain Sarah?
- Sarah. Sarah.

Sarah's not like the other girls.

She is an outlier case of pseudocyesis,

formerly known as hysterical pregnancy,

in the context of
mass-psychogenic illness.

Okay, so our hypothesis is a
mass-hysterical pregnancy?

Even though this diagnosis lacks

an easily measured
root cause, its symptoms

seizures, tics, and even death

are very serious, Dr. Nash.

So how do we treat it?

More than likely, there
is an index patient,

one subject who suffers
from an underlying condition

that will simply worsen
if it goes undetected.

We ID and treat that person.

Then the group's
symptoms will likely resolve.

But... but first and foremost,

we are looking for a collective trauma,

some sort of shared loss amongst them.

The only common
thread is bell wood high.

It could be a bad teacher or a bully?

I'm thinking field trip.

Or we run tests in the hospital.

Look, I hated high school

as much as the next
nerdy gay kid, Dana,

but Van's right.
Learning the environment

will help us find the index patient

and offer context for how it spread.

The hospital environment
might just exacerbate

stresses or symptoms.

Should I hang back and
complete all the charting?

- Take one for the team.
- Come on.

You know we need you. Pack a lunch, d.

We're going back to high school!

- Whoo!
- Yay.

I understand. We are
doing everything in our power

to resolve this delicate issue.

Poison control and the epa
are coming in to test for mold,

water toxicity, asbestos, gas leaks,

any environmental exposure.

This is Dr. Wolf. He and
his team of neurologists

have traveled from the
city to shadow the girls

and get to the bottom of this issue.

Thank you, principal Owens.

I'm sure you all have valid concerns,

but first, some good news.

None of your daughters are pregnant.

They just think they are.

What?

We'll be telling them the truth very soon.

But we need to understand
their distress before adding to it.

Waiting a day won't change a thing.

Sarah's headed to mit next year.

She isn't crazy.

And wouldn't shadowing
them cause more distress?

Lily led varsity to state last fall.

Why am I just finding out my
daughter thinks she's pregnant?

Mass-psychogenic illness
does not just happen.

There's always a reason.

And while we're searching
for an index patient,

we have to consider a
variety of other stressors,

from workload to relational support

to intense parents.

What?

Let's allow Dr. Wolf and
his team to do their job,

help our girls.

In the meantime, we can protect
them by not sounding any alarms.

I'm happy to field any
outstanding questions.

Go now. Save yourself.

- Okay.
- Whatever you need,

- anytime, anywhere, call me.
- Thank you.

- What's going on?
- This is unacceptable.

- God.
- Questions?

What do you mean
we're not gonna tell them?

Dr. Marcus and I just want
to ask you some questions

to get a sense of your
day-to-day stressors.

I know when I was a senior,
I was all over the place.

- Yeah. Same.
- I mean, grades, college choices,

crushes, annoying teachers.

Any of those things weighing on you?

All the above. I guess.

Planning for the baby's kept me busy.

So, how does the stigma make you feel?

This one girl got pregnant my junior year

and they named her degrassi.

Regina George was a Saint
compared to the mean girls

I went to school with.

That is so millennial.

Cady heron was the real villain.

I-I'm gen z?

What year were you born?

The '90s.

- That's the 1900s.
- Ooh!

You literally walked right into that one.

How's the father? Supportive?

Nope. This child's all mine.

Well, if he's out of the picture,

are there any cute boys in your class?

- Why? Are you interested?
- No, no.

For you. I-I'm in a relationship...

With my job. I...

Hey, Lily. Lily, I-I get it, okay?

Pregnancy can be tough. I
mean, you're in high school.

Whole life ahead of you.

As a man,

is there anything else you
can tell me about my body?

It says online that teen
moms are at a higher risk

for something called pre-eclampsia.

Is that a thing?

It's nothing you need to worry about.

If that's true, then why are there doctors

following me and my friends around?

- We're curious how...
- All of you are managing

such a huge life change.

It can be scary.

We want to make sure
you get the care you need.

It's not all bad.

Missing the timed mile is a perk.

Agreed.

Anything that gets me
out of team sports is a win.

Have you tried swimming?
Could be really good

why do you care so much?

You don't know me. We
have nothing in common.

Why are you really here, Dr. Wolf?

Not to get to adulty, but...

Don't you worry about
growing up too fast?

Look, I know what you're thinking.

Motherhood is hard, especially at 17.

But high school... it's brutal.

There were times I
thought I wouldn't survive.

But becoming a mother has
really put it all into perspective.

My life doesn't revolve around
the sats or prom anymore.

I have a purpose now, a real one.

She changed me from the inside out.

It's rare to have such a
strong sense of purpose.

I envy it.

Outside of my patients,
I've always felt a bit...

Directionless.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad!

Dad!

Psst. Wolf.

I wouldn't drink that if I were you.

Like yours.

Locked-in syndrome
due to a pontine stroke.

No other comorbidities.

Well, I must admit that your John Doe is

an ideal candidate for inter mind.

Exactly. If his body
can't express thoughts,

then maybe this can bypass it.

You've been following what we do.

I appreciate exceptional work, Simon,

but I'm also aware that the
idea of enrolling a patient

whose name we do not
know is a little unusual.

That's why I came
here to plead my case.

Oliver wolf? That's his attending?

Look, you know I would do
anything I could to help you,

- but wolf...
- I'm familiar with the name.

The man is not a team player.

And he has a reputation for going rogue.

These are not reassuring qualities,

no matter how bright he may be.

Look, I will be the first to admit

that wolf is not without his flaws.

He's allergic to authority. He's stubborn.

He prefers his plants over most people.

But above it all, he clings to hope,

harder than any doctor I know.

Your study shares that dedication.

My next lecture is across campus.

- I'll think on it.
- Thank you.

Not sure how much you'll
glean from watching me

do trig homework, but go for it.

I love the smell of books.

I could honestly spend all day here.

Hey. You good?

Okay.

I'm safe.

I'm okay.

Even a bad day brings good data.

I'm safe. I'm okay.

Even a bad day brings good data.

Hey.

I don't know what's wrong, but...

Chocolate always helps me feel better.

Wow.

This is a new, humiliating low, but...

Thanks.

I can go wait somewhere else.

I just wanted you to
know that I was here.

You can stay.

If you want.

Sorry you had to see that.

Usually I keep my panic
attacks under wraps,

but, this here brought me back.

I had my first one when
I was in high school.

I get it. Bullies are still savage.

I wouldn't make it a day
here without my friends.

- What's wrong, Sarah?
- Dr. Wolf! Please help!

Sarah, are you okay? My god.

Sarah, do you know where you are?

She's tachycardic to the 130s.

Given her history,
the differential is broad.

- We need an ambulance.
- On it.

Sarah, what's wrong?

Everything's black.

I-I can't see.

What's going on?

Her cranial nerve exam
is completely normal.

Mri is non-specific, so nothing yet.

But Dr. Marcus will
draw a few blood samples

just to be thorough.

But what about my baby? Is she okay?

I read online that blindness can indicate

a pregnancy complication.

Most importantly, is my baby okay?

She's in the right place.

Now that her vision's returned,

we need to find out why it happened.

Can you just lie back and
extend your arm for me, Sarah?

Thanks.

You can relax.

Okay.

I'm a good doctor. I'm a good doctor.

I'm a good doctor.

It's okay. I got it, Dr. Marcus.

Okay. Go for it.

Her veins are flat. She's
probably dehydrated.

It's okay.

Any updates, Dr. Kinney?

Their hormone levels are normal,

sed rates and crp are flat,

and their fundoscopic exams are perfect.

And none of their symptoms are tied to

an underlying medical
condition, which means blindness

is just another functional
neurological disorder.

But because we're still worried
about what could happen,

all the girls have been admitted
overnight for observation.

I'm headed to see
the last parent out now.

Does this mean no more school trips?

- I can't do 17 again, again.
- You're good.

I just passed out grippy
socks and nametags

for your face blindness, Dr. Wolf.

- Okay. Ericka coming in clutch.
- Okay, it's highly likely

that one of the girls is our index patient.

The distress signals are clear.

We just need to find out why, and fast.

Without treatment,
our index patient's odds

of a good long-term outcome
dwindle by the minute.

Hey.

Jacob told me you were
on edge at the school.

You good?

Takes me back to my a capella days.

Oxytocin.

Group singing is behind
the girls' group think

because it releases oxytocin.

The bonding and belonging hormone.

It forges the neural pathways

that promote behavioral
harmonizing and connection.

It biochemically primes
the brain for mass hysteria

to take root and spread.

So there's not just a social
barrier separating the girls

from the world, but a biological one?

Exactly. To navigate their
oxytocin-induced bond,

we need to become a part of the group.

How? Navy seals will
crack before these girls.

Belong with them.

No more observing the group.

Now we enter it.

So the card that you
picked represents the lesson

that's weighing the most on your soul.

Perfectionism. Your turn.

A hero's complex.

Cool.

Feeling too much.

And a fear of stillness.

I don't see it.

Dr. Wolf. Your turn.

Well, that seems bad. Is that bad?

No. Not necessarily.

The death card doesn't
mean the end, but...

An end.

It's like a rite of
passage, a transformation.

Everyone dies all the time.

The question is, how do
we survive after that loss?

Lily. My god!

- Lily!
- She's seizing.

- I need an airway cart in here!
- Come on.

- We need to get a cart.
- Okay.

I got her.

- Is she okay?
- Let's give them some space.

We need a cart!

What happened to me?

You had what we believe to be

a psychogenic non-epileptic seizure.

While scary, it doesn't involve

any damaging electrical
signals to the brain.

It was most likely a response to stress.

The rest of the leads will come off soon.

And my baby?

Yeah.

Nice one.

God, you remind me so
much of my little sister.

So, what? Hilarious and beautiful?

That is exactly what I
meant when I said that.

Hilarious, beautiful,

and always making me worry.

I'm not dense, you know?

I get how being a mother is stressful,

but we all really wanted this.

I really wanted this.

I mean, first Sarah's blindness.

And now me.

What if we're all being punished?

Whatever happens, I'll be here.

But, Lily, for me to help,

I need to know everything.

Do you know about witchtok?

They're in a coven.

We're not just dealing with typical teens.

- We're dealing with witches.
- Like with brooms?

Months ago, they cast a
spell to get pregnant together,

which explains the lack
of baby-daddy drama.

The spell resulted in
immaculate conception.

Medically impossible,

but it does explain their interdependence.

- And the singing.
- And tarot.

It's "Sabrina the teenage witch"

meets "16 and pregnant."

Check it out.

Lily said they tried a new spell tonight,

but it backfired.

- Great.
- Meaning what exactly?

She doesn't know, just that she's afraid

that their bodies are now all cursed

and getting sicker and
sicker by the minute.

Blindness, seizures.

We're in for a long night.

Late-night plans?

The school results came
in, so I'm gonna drive up

and go over them with principal Owens.

I see. So... Is it a date?

No, it's not a date.

He can't read the labs by himself,

and I won't wait until morning,

so I was wearing the
same shirt for 24 hours.

I needed a refresh.

I'm coming right back.

Is principal Owens handsome?

Objectively speaking, of course.

I'm in a bit of a rush, Carol,

but from the features I honed in on

square jaw, kind eyes

I'd say, yes, objectively speaking.

- What?
- Nothing.

Well, it's just that shirt

it don't really go with your undertones,

but it don't matter 'cause it's not a date.

Yeah.

Well, see you in the morning,

barring any emergencies tonight.

See you in the morning,
Carol. It's not a date.

Okay!

I like this shirt.

There's nothing in the water.

There's no mold.

And there's no lead in the paint.

It all tested negative, so we were right.

Then what could have caused this?

I can't help but feel
like I let my kids down.

If only there were teachers like you

when I was in boarding school.

Well, if only there were doctors like you

when we had our mono outbreak.

- Mono? The kissing disease?
- Yeah.

It's not my field of specialty.

Not kissing. No, no. I
mean, I know how to do that.

I mean, I wouldn't say I'm a
specialist, but then who is?

It's, you know what...

In answer to your question,

there are a number of things that,

could have caused this,

but most likely it was a deep loss

a parent or a coach.

Or a fellow student?

A few months ago, one student withdrew.

Sweet girl. Her parents felt
homeschooling was a better fit.

What's going on?

One of your false pregnancies
is going into false labor.

- Hey, move, move.
- Hurry!

- You have to help her.
- She has to be okay.

Wait. Who is she?

I shouldn't gossip about my students.

It's just, she was friends
with Sarah and the others.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise.

Spared her getting caught up in all this.

Do you happen to recall her name?

Of course. Samantha Lee.

Who's Samantha Lee?!

I mean, there's no record of her.

She didn't come in with the others.

We didn't examine her.
She must have snuck in.

We were scared. We
didn't know what to do.

Brianna, I'm gonna need
you to call her parents.

We might need to sedate her.

You're okay.

- Look at me.
- Whoa. Van, are you okay?

She's having a baby.

No. False. It is in her head.

No. For real. Look.

She's having an actual
baby, like, right now.

I paged ob. They're on the way,

but they told us to get her
down to the er if we can.

- We don't have that long.
- Her cervix is fully dilated.

The baby's crowning.
Y-You need to keep breathing.

Keep breathing. The
baby's coming right now.

Is she gonna be okay?

- This is unreal.
- I can't do this.

I don't want to do this. Just make it stop.

Sarah, grab her other hand, please.

She needs you.

Van, are you sure you can do this?

Get her back. Brace. Don't push.

But, Sam, right?

I'm gonna need you to push, okay?

I just came to see my friends.

I'm... I'm not ready. I can't do this.

- You can, you can.
- Your friends are all here,

and your folks are on
the way, but right now,

I need you to take all
that pain you're feeling

and put it in your hands
and squeeze, okay?

That's good. Good job, Sam.
You're doing great, okay?

Hey, we're all here with you, okay?

You ready to rip the band-aid off?

- No.
- Breathe.

Everyone, on the count of three. Ready?

- Let's all do it together. One...
- You can do it.

Two, three!

We found our index patient.

Five months ago,
Samantha Lee found out

she was three months pregnant.

As we all know, high school
is a stressful environment

filled with anxiety.

When Sam's parents
discovered her pregnancy,

they pulled her out,
setting off a chain reaction

that no one could have predicted.

You guys, they're
taking me out of school.

- What?
- Our girls had to not only

navigate the removal of their friend,

but also mourn the fact that
Sam was growing up without them.

A double loss of
friendship and innocence.

About a month ago, our witches
snuck out to cast their spell.

They'd conjure pregnancies of their own.

That way, no one was left behind
and Sam would feel less alone,

protected by her coven.

No one was more devastated
than Sam's best friend, Sarah.

Her grief went so deep
it manifested physically

as pseudocyesis, an
actual false pregnancy.

Sam was the friend the rest of the group

was taking their cues from.

Drawing upon anything to
keep their friendships alive,

mass hysteria spread through the group

with their spell as the origin.

Every teenager
experiences a rite of passage,

but these girls were able to share

a collective coming of age together.

This illness was empathy
in its deepest form.

Okay. Okay.

So when do we tell them?

They can't go on
thinking they're pregnant.

You're exactly right, Jacob.

Our first step... to meet
them where they are

so they know that no matter what,

they're not alone.

Just the doctor I was looking for.

You wouldn't come all this way
to give me bad news, would you?

- Dr. Carol Pierce...
- today's your lucky day.

And your John Doe's.

My god. My god!

You're gonna have to
settle for a thank you from me

until John Doe can do it himself.

He joins the study on one condition.

Okay.

If wolf deviates from the protocols at all,

if he so much as misses one
data field on a report, he's out.

John Doe, too. Deal?

You won't regret changing your mind,

for taking a chance on wolf.

I'm not taking a chance on wolf.

I'm taking a chance on you.

Duty calls. See you soon?

Looking forward to it.

Nurse Gomez, call occupational therapy.

Nurse Gomez...

She's tachypneic and tachycardic.

- On it.
- Her oxygen sats are normal.

This could be postpartum preeclampsia.

Carol, she's having a panic attack.

Okay, everyone clear the room, please.

Give us a minute now.

Sam. Sam.

I need you to breathe with me.

You are having a panic attack.

I can't... breathe.

Yes, you can. Do you
see that clock over there?

I want you to focus on that.

One more time.

You are safe.

This will pass.

You can talk to me.

I just

can't believe it's real.

What if I don't want to do this?

Am I a terrible mom already?

You know, Sam, I had
those same questions, too.

And as a mom, I won't
make any false promises,

because there will be a learning curve.

But whatever you decide,
your friends and your family

will be right there to support you.

A baby holding a baby.

Those first few weeks after
having Maya were brutal.

I remember. You were more
sleep-deprived after Maya

- than during clinical rotations.
- Ooh.

You're never the same person
again after you have a baby.

Sam's gonna have
to figure out who she is

and how to be a mom
all at the same time,

which isn't impossible. It's just harder.

But she has her whole life ahead of her.

It'll just be a little different
from the rest of the girls.

For better or for worse,

survival requires a constant evolution.

Is anyone familiar with pseudocyesis?

Mass-psychogenic illness?

No. Both involve high levels of stress,

which caused your minds,
and in Sarah's case, her body,

to believe that you were pregnant.

But you're not.

I know that this is a lot of information

to take in at one time,

and Dr. Pierce and I will
both be available to you...

For many, that growth is
part of a natural process

that comes easily

while for others, this
adaptation will be harder,

cost more.

Let's write down any loss we're feeling.

When we're ready, let it go into the fire.

As doctors, we wanted
to affirm their experience

is valid and real.

Survival requires burning
away the parts of ourselves

that no longer serve us.

Any rite of passage is a kind of death.

To birth the new requires burying the old.

There is one adaptation
that irrefutably increases

your chance of survival

relying on a pack instead
of forging on alone.

The key to evolution, like healing,

is going at our own pace.

You strike me as a poppy seed guy.

I wanted to stop by and say thanks.

Things at bell wood high seem
to be getting back to normal,

or however normal high school can be.

Well, we couldn't have
done it without you.

You clearly care a great
deal about your students.

And you clearly care a
great deal about your patients.

But besides the delivery service,

I wanted to ask you something.

I'd love if we got to know each
other outside of office hours?

Maybe be on a first-name basis?

I'm Mark.

Oliver.

I know you're set on bagels, but...

There's a great cocktail
bar around the corner,

if you're interested?

I'm sorry. I like poppy seeds.

And you.

I'm just not available.

Yeah. I didn't realize
you were seeing anyone.

- I'm sorry.
- No, no, i-I'm not

seeing anyone. Just very... Unavailable.

But thank you for this. And rain check...

- Maybe?
- Yeah. Of course.

You know where to find me.

Thanks again, Oliver.

Has ob-gyn tried to poach you yet?

Yeah.

I already got business
cards made and everything.

Van Marcus, baby deliverer.

Well, just remember
the little guys like me

when you're up on maternity.

You know... I was able
to not feel Sam's pain

because I was focusing on you.

So I felt what you were feeling instead.

Steady. Confident.

Brave.

You were... You were my anchor.

- That's wild.
- You got best laugh, too?

You do have a nice laugh. It's infectious.

Like mass-psychogenic illness.

I'm getting, most likely to
succeed vibes from you.

This guy delivers one baby
and thinks he knows everything.

I got... Most likely to win a nobel prize.

They thought you were
smart. That's so nice.

Yeah, the way you
freaked out at the school,

I thought maybe you were, like,
hard-core bullied or something.

No, no, that was a panic attack.

Dana, I'm... I'm sorry.

It's okay.

You guys can know.

I had a younger sister.

She passed away my senior year,

and I was in the library

when the principal found
me to break the news.

And that is my panic-attack origin story.

I've got it under control
now, for the most part.

What was her name?

Olivia.

Little 'Liv.

Hey, I'm... I'm so sorry, Dana. I didn't...

If I would have known back
at bell wood high, I would have

no, it's all good.

I kept wondering

if I had had friends like Sam back then,

would I be less broken now?

And would a library send me
into a death spiral a decade later?

Well, you have us now.

We're your coven.

Yeah!

- Agh. You get one group hug.
- Aw!

That's it.

I always hated libraries.

What is the occasion?

Well, I didn't want to say
anything until it was official.

Your John Doe is in the inter mind study.

- What? Are you serious?
- Yes!

What... how did you

made a deal with the devil.

A very handsome devil.
But still, if you do anything

I mean anything... to
compromise gadson's work,

it is my head. You got it?

I could kiss you right now.

One drunk med-school kiss was enough.

Hey.

Thanks for letting me crash.

I really didn't want to be
alone with my thoughts.

You ever get that feeling?

This case.

Their loss of innocence

brought a lot of those feelings up for me.

I was about their age
the last time I saw my dad.

Heat. Fuel. Oxygen.

Whoa.

Easy there. Oliver?

We've been looking for you.

Did my dad find you?

Is he coming?

Let's get you home.

It's still haunts me,

how alone he must have felt.
I never looked hard enough.

I didn't try hard enough
'cause I was too scared.

You are so hard on yourself.

I can't help but think
you want to be alone.

I mean, you're surrounded by

your books and your plants

and your rocks and your weights,

distanced from the world.

You've barricaded yourself
into this life like a cocoon.

But you've trapped all the
pain in there with you, too.

Keeps him close, I guess.

Well... At some point, when you're ready,

you might want to break free.

Baby steps, Carol.

Hey. Come here.

Would you look at that?

You're my cocoon.

Don't ruin the moment.

Greg, move your head.