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Dyson and Clio stumble onto the inter-dimensional Death Train’s dining car. Immediately, Dyson growls with pain and massive disassociation. “Grr! (seriously, the closed captions say Grr.) What’s wrong with me?!” Clio hastily explains he’s contracted transcendental sickness as a result of jumping on the train. Holding his face, she calms him down, but when she blows in his ear, his distress and Clio’s tendency to attack under the guise of helping make Dyson growl and instinctively grab her by the neck to hold her off. As the transcendental sickness eases, he quickly releases her and apologizes. “I saved your life!” she shouts at him. “Non-elemental boys like yourself can’t pass from one plane to the next without getting sick!” They’re interrupted by the arrival of the conductor, who shouts: “Next stop same as the last. Last stop same before next. Get your tickets ready, please!” Yeah, because that’s not going to mean something later.
Head back on straight, Dyson cautiously approaches the conductor while Clio cowers. Dyson tells him how they’re looking for a woman named Bo. At the sound of her name, the train shakes violently, which knocks both Dyson and Clio off their feet. “Nothing to worry about, folks,” the conductor sing songs. “The engineer must’ve forgotten his glasses.” He pulls out a pair of tricked-out steampunk binoculars and, holding them over his eyes, trots on through the carriage, ignoring Dyson and Clio. Bemused, Dyson calls after him but the man is gone. Freaked out, Clio looks out the window to the blackness that surrounds the train as Dyson paces back to her with rising anger. “Is it just me or did this entire train just shake at the mention of Bo’s name?” The train shakes again with even more force this time, knocking slats off the windows and tables to the ground. Dyson catches himself against a lilting table as the angry howl of a disembodied voice fills the car. Guess it’s not just him then. “The screams!” Clio exclaims, frightened. “Damned souls are trapped and they’re trying to get out. We gotta get out of here and find your girl.” Dyson heartily concurs and leads the way out of the dining car.
Bo runs aimlessly through a forest wearing a diaphanous, empire-waist, elaborate nightgown…and Keds. She holds out the sides of the gown so it flows behind her like a train (heh) catching on branches and getting muddier by the moment. Panting, she bursts through the brush into a clearing where she finds a fairy-tale cottage complete with turret. Honey, if there is an old lady in there who offers you candy, keep running. Bo rushes to the cottage with its boarded up windows and crumbling chimney. Inside all the furniture is covered in sheets and the dust is thick enough to swim through. Is this what Canadians mean by “cottage country”? Because dayam.
A family cautiously enters the cottage through a back door: Dad, Mom, and complaining Teen Daughter. “I hate this place! There’s no WiFi or anything and it’s a shithole!” Mom promises it’ll just be for one night just as a loopy Bo spins around too fast and stumbles back against a spindle table. Mom screams and, after a wary moment and a warning to his wife and daughter to stay put, Dad (played by Lochlyn Munro) eases into the main room where he finds Bo. Mom and Teen Daughter totally ignore his order and follow right behind him. Heh. Still out of breath and clearly discombobulated, Bo stares at the family. “Home?” she asks with tears in her voice. She turns around again as if trying to recognize the cottage as home, and Teen Daughter takes the initiative to grab a fry pan from the box of supplies and clock Bo across the back of the head. Her parents join her. “What?!” Teen Daughter replies to Dad’s silent universal shrug of what the hell did you do that for? “Someone had to do something.” The three of them gaze down at the unconscious stranger on their floor who broke into their house wearing only a dirty, if expensive, nightgown.
Over in Doctor Lauren’s flat, the singing superintendent takes the bolts off a heating vent to clear a blockage. Wait, her flat’s supposed to be on The Ash’s compound, but the superintendent’s a human? Eh, whatever. He chants “lefty loosey, righty, tighty, see your mother in her nightie” as a woman’s bare feet silently cross the room. The Super removes the folder on fugitive Karen Beattie that Taft gave Doctor Lauren who apparently hid it in the heating grate before she ran off to his sekrit evil lab. He (the Super, not Taft) chimes that he’s found the culprit. He tosses the folder on the counter and finally sees the woman. The Super descends the step ladder hastily and offers to help the “lovely lady” wearing a dark brown cocktail dress. “You miss the piano that you left back in Poland, don’t you?” The Morrigan says, for yea, it is she. She strokes his cheek. The man starts to cry. “Pity,” Evony says without sympathy. “I could’ve made you a star.” Instead she touches his forehead and melts him to a puddle. With a weary sigh, Evony turns around and she’s wearing an eye patch. HAHAHAHA!! Pirate Morrigan lives! I so wish they’d bedazzled the patch, but even plain, it is a whole plate of awesome sauce. Outside of the patch, it’s evident The Morrigan has been through the ringer. She sports several cuts and bruises on her otherwise impeccably face and her unpainted mouth is cracked and dry. Whatever battles she went through to free herself of Vex’s prison, it cost her.
At the diner, Doctor Lauren’s OCD tendencies are in full reign as “Amber” has stacked and organized everything behind the counter to within an inch of its life. Catsup and mustard bottles are align in military straight formation, utensils rolled up in napkins and laid out on a tray while cups and saucers are ruthlessly stacked and ready to be deployed. A shocked, newly-arrived Crystal exclaims that the place is more organized than her shitty apartment. A little shaken by Crystal’s continued ready acceptance of “Amber’s” quirks, the doc marks through where each item now lies. “Sugar is with salt and pepper, obviously.” Oh, obviously. “And vinegar is with catsup and other condiments.” Thank God. Nothing worse than when the vinegar goes awry. “Oh, and no longer next to the baking soda,” she notes. “You can imagine my surprise when I saw that.” I just about had a conniption fit myself at the mere idea. “Actually, everybody’s surprised if those two decide to mix it up and have a par-tay,” she rambles on. “Carbonic acid is actually, ah, very unstable,” she concludes, more seriously. “Kinda like this place. And Ronald,” she adds pointing back at the cook. Crystal has been watching the doc’s performance with fond amusement and now she laughs. “You’re hilarious.” The doc grimaces with embarrassed appreciation. “Am I? So? You like?” Crystal doesn’t look away from “Amber” when she answers “Yeah. I do like.”
The doc catches her meaning and twists in place for a moment before awkwardly fretting with the arranged containers. Pressing the moment, Crystal eases up close to “Amber” and deliberately reaches across the front of her for a sugar jar, brushing breast against breast. “I just need some sugar,” she drawls. Their faces are very close and the doc is quite aroused and attracted, but when Crystal dips in closer as though to kiss “Amber,” the doc turns her head. “Crystal, I can’t,” she says, unhappily taking Crystal’s hand out from under the hem of her shirt. Sure you can, doc. Although if your goal is to not drag Crystal into the whole I’m-a- fugitive-on-the-run-from-a-supernatural-species-because-I-illegally-experimented-on-their-people thing, that I totally get. Knowing the doc’s into her no matter her protestations, Crystal just smiles at her—you totally can. As she gazes at Crystal, the doc gets a look of hunger on her face that would rival a starving succubus. She nearly kisses Crystal after all when Ronald suddenly bangs the order bell and calls that their “break” is over. Heh. “See?” Doctor Lauren tries to joke as she and Crystal dial back from the cusp of their sexual explosion. “Unstable.” Nope. Too easy. “See?” Crystal quips back. “Funny.” She leaves “Amber” to retrieve orders as the doc stares after her fondly. They really are quite cute together.
Back at the cottage, an unconscious Bo lays on the now uncovered couch. She rouses to find Mom and Teen Daughter silently watching her from flanking arm chairs where they sit knitting and judging. Looks like they also fixed her hair and bound it up pretty with bobby pins. Aw, that was sweet of them. Bo cautiously sits up. “Were you on the train?” she asks, still confused. But Mom doesn’t know this train of which Bo speaks. “Mom,” Teen Daughter says, “‘train’ is obvi slang for ‘heroin’. I mean, just look at her.!” Mom gapes at Teen Daughter and decides to ignore that last statement as she introduces herself as Kathy, along with her “energetic daughter, Julia.” Kathy extends her hand toward Bo while Julia gives her a cheeky wave. Heh. Bo recoils and looks around, catching her breath when she sees Dad outside tying shoes to a laundry line and walking back to the house backwards. When she asks, Kathy assures her that it’s an old Jenkins Family superstition, “makes for a fun weekend!” but Bo is barely listening. “Where did all the smoke go?” she asks, looking around again. “Somebody broke all those glasses.” Sounds like the last thing Bo remembers is when The Dal go BOOM! and all the glasses shattered around her before she was engulfed by The Wanderer’s Black Smoke Monster. “Bitch, I think your brain broke,” Julia snarks. Ha! Kathy reprimands Julia as Bo keeps ticking off what she remembers. “Does this have something to do with (Doctor) Lauren?” Why the hell would any of this have anything to do with Doctor Lauren? Oh, she’s remembering how the doc disappeared after everyone got free from Taft. Right. Dal go BOOM, check. Doctor Lauren go AWOL, check. So she knows she’s a succubus, she remembers The Dal, she remembered Kenzi last episode, and now she remembers Doctor Lauren. Looks like the only thing Bo’s having trouble coming to terms with is what happened on the train and what she was doing there in the first place.
“Oh God,” she moans cradling her head. “Why can’t I remember? Ow! Did somebody hit me?” Julia is only too happy to blame her mother for that one. “Oh God, I am so hungry,” Bo groans. Kathy asks if she’d like something to eat. “Oh please, do not ask me that,” Bo pleads. Her eyes turn succubus blue as she fights her hunger and a voice sounds in Bo’s ear. Kill. Kill them all! Kill them. Oh-kay. That’s new. Bo groans as she pushes back her urges. “Keep it together, Dennis,” she orders herself and cradles her aching head again. Dad takes that unfortunate moment to enter the room, “shoes are all hung.” Kathy interrupts “Ian” to point out their “guest” is now awake. Ian stops short at the sight of Bo awake and eyeing him as though he’s been braised and broiled for her pleasure. “Ah, could you not look at my dad like he’s made out of hot dogs?” Julia snarks at Bo, making her point with a finger gun, a cluck of her tongue and a wink. Kathy chides her again, but this time Bo assures them it’s all good. “She reminds me of my best friend,” Bo admits fondly but frowns slightly as she realizes it’s comforting. Julia looks mollified but Ian is less than pleased with Bo’s presence. Grabbing her wrist, he insists Bo has to go. Julia chides her father as Bo eyes Ian with a look that usually precedes violence. Kathy and Julia argue with Ian until he shouts them all down with “GIRLS! NOW.” Ian seems upset about much more than just a strange, crazy woman in his broke-down cottage. Bo studies the now quelled Kathy and Julia and yanks her wrist free. “Can I use the ladies’ room first?” she snits to Ian.
With a growl, Dyson bursts through a door and into the bedroom carriage where Bo had been moments before he boarded. He looks around and inhales deeply. “This was her room!” he exclaims as Clio joins him. “She was here.” He prowls through the parlor and into the bedroom where the French Maid is blissfully sprawled across the bed. He wakes her with a rough shake and, recognizing the signs, asks French Maid about the girl who did this to her. “She’s such a good kisser,” French Maid moans with a smile. Yeah, he knows. Fed up with all the existential bullshit he keeps getting, Dyson shouts into her face. “Where is she?! Where’s Bo?!” The train immediately rocks and that ominous growl sounds throughout the car. Dyson looks up and around with a pissy expression. Get over yourself. Looks like Dyson doesn’t care whose panties are in a bunch by it, he’s gonna keep saying Bo’s name. Snort. Still smiling, French Maid goes on about how “he’s” going to be “so angry when he finds out she’s gone.” Dyson frowns at her as French Maid falls back into her succubus stupor. Realizing she’s another dead end, his fear and frustration finally break free. “BO!” he growl shouts with enough force that he blows off the back door of the train car. Catching a glimpse of a piece of cloth caught on the back rail, Dyson hurries out to claim it. He breathes in the lingering scent on the cloth. “This was hers!” he tells Clio as she joins him. “If she jumped from the sickness you had a minute ago, it’s just the tip of the iceberg. The delirium and the stomach cramps are going to lead to death!” Clio warns. Dyson yells that he’s fine and Clio explains that’s only because he’s with her, “an Elemental, and this train is special. If you leave or enter without an invitation or at least an anchor…” Dyson cuts her off to confirm that Clio can save Bo, but Clio isn’t so sure. “You can do this,” Dyson insists, holding out the cloth. “Come on.”
Clio warily takes the cloth from him and holds it out to dangle off the train. Dyson is fixated on the swatch so, with a roll of her eyes, Clio yanks him against her with her arm around his waist and he likewise holds on to her. “Fasten your seatbelt, lover boy,” she warns. As they watch, the swatch emits a red smoke that tapers off in the direction Bo jumped. Locked together, they jump.
Bo wanders through the cottage, taking everything in as she searches for why Ian would be so violently opposed to her presence. She winds up following stairs down into the basement where she discovers three cement cells with dead bolts on the metal doors. Each cell sports a cot, pillow, and table with several bottles of water and spools for a knitting project. A gun ratchets behind her; Bo slowly turns to find Ian aiming a rifle at her while Kathy smothers Julia’s mouth to keep her from alerting Bo. “What the hell are you doing down here?” Ian demands. “Not so much, Father of the Year,” Bo returns, unruffled. “Are we, Ian?”
Bo accuses Ian of holding people against their will. “You’re keeping your daughter prisoner?” Nice to see Bo didn’t lose her self-righteous assumptions while she was away. Ian rightfully argues that Bo has no idea what she’s talking about and Kathy jumps in that they’re protecting Julia. Julia, naturally, breaks free to snark that she doesn’t need their protection. Bo wants to know what they presume to protect Julia from. “A stupid ghost!” Julia shouts. This gives Bo pause. “Come again?” Heh. Ian lowers the gun and explains that his family is haunted and every year on this exact day, the ghost comes for them. “That’s why we come out here, we get away from neighbors; we get away from families.” They lock themselves in the cells until morning when the ghost is gone. Why the ghost can’t get into the cells doesn’t seem to merit explanation. Ian doesn’t know why the ghost haunts his family, “I just inherited the damn thing!” He gives in enough to admit that everyone in his family died before they could tell him why. “Well, you know, dealing with weird shit is kind of what I do,” Bo declares. “I can help.” Looks like someone’s fully compos mentis with restored memory after all.
This is all too much for Julia. “Oh Em Gee! Help what? There is no friggin’ ghost, you psychos!” She goes on that they lock her up in the house every year and she’s never even once seen a ghost. “You can’t keep jailing me away!” Bo frowns at this revelation but Ian has already realized it’s time for lockdown and hustles Julia into her cell under protest. Ian aims the gun at Bo again and decides it’s also time for her to leave his house. Grabbing Bo, Julia demands that she be locked up with her, but Ian forcefully reminds her that two people cannot share a cell. Kathy points out that it would be dangerous for Bo to cross the shoes and knots, but Ian cares more about Julia’s life than he does some strange woman’s. “You need to leave now.” Julia objects again, but Bo quietly says it’s okay. “I’ll go,” she says very, very carefully. “Thank you for everything.” They hit you over the head and held you at gunpoint. What exactly are you thanking them for? She leaves and Ian passes the gun to Kathy who holds it on Bo as she climbs the stairs. Ian shuts and bolts Julia into her cell with a heavy sigh of relief.
Massimo the Druid enters Doctor Lauren’s flat. “No phone calls. No letters. No correspondence of any kind for five long years and now all of a sudden you can’t live without me? What can I say?” He shrugs. “I’m touched.” In the head? Probably. Still sporting the eye patch like a boss, Evony barely bats an eye at his arrival, instead allowing the human manicurist attending her to continue revitalizing her hands. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that I can definitely live without you,” she replies, nonplussed. “But I agree. You are touched.” Heh.
Massimo coyly baits that there is something different about The Morrigan. “Did you dye your hair?” Fondling her own dark strands, Evony trills that she did exactly that. “The color is called grow-my-eyeball-back-or-you’ll-be-growing-back-a-ball-of-your-own.” HA! Massimo: “It’s catchy.” Evony: “Isn’t it just?” Snicker. Turning to the manicurist, Evony confirms that she sings soprano in her church choir, but the terrified woman manages to correct she sings alto. “Oh, my child,” Evony says insincerely. She touches the woman’s forehead and melts her into a puddle as Massimo looks on unruffled. He carefully steps around the steaming remains and notes how Evony still has a way with children. “When you’ve been in power as long as I have,” she brags, “everyone is your child.” Massimo gingerly sits beside her on Doctor Lauren’s couch. “Like it or not,” she continues faux-friendly, “one day you just wake up and you’re a mother.” Tense and warily, Massimo breathes very carefully as Evony leans on his arm. “And Druid,” she adds. “Don’t disappoint me like Chanel No. Goo did.” He casts a wry eyebrow in the direction of the goo. “My eyes are brown,” Evony snaps, dropping all pretenses. “Actually, they’re Imperial Brown with a slight flare of green in the rim of the cornea,” Massimo corrects. Evony warns him not to screw this up. In answer, Massimo withdrawals a bottle from his bag in which is stored an eyeball in viscous fluid. Evony appears satisfied by his offering.
Back in the cottage, Julia sits impatiently on her cot when Bo opens the door to her cell. Like we all didn’t see that coming. In a neat moment that calls back to how she got off the train, Bo’s replacing the bobby pin she used to pick the lock into her hair as she closes the door behind her. “Do you need a cellmate?” she jokes but then bends over in pain as the trans-dimensional stomach cramps hit her. She drops down on the cot and Julia, concerned now, sits next to her. “You kinda look like that girl in that video in health class giving gross birth.” Heh. Nice meta shout out to Anna Silk’s recent birth-giving before filming season four. “It’s fine, Kenz, really,” Bo reassures. Julia frowns. “Who’s Kenz?” Bo realizes what she’s done. “Somebody I obviously miss very much.” Cute that, again, it’s picking the lock that’s jarred her memory of Kenzi. Bo changes the subject and asks Julia what’s going on. “I’ve been to my fair share of bad family reunions, believe me, but this is Crazy Town.” Please. You’ve been home once and your mother had dementia and an entirely rewritten character profile so that you could have a coming out as Fae moment. Let’s not even go there again.
Julia asks if she can show Bo something and as she digs it out of her bag or wherever, Bo again hears the voice urging her to kill, only this time she’s not in the throes of succubus need, which means she’s hearing the Jenkins’ ghost and not, say, The Wanderer or under the throes of succubus need. Bo again ignores the voice as Julia displays an album full of Jenkins Family history in the form of newspapers cuttings from the 19th century. “People in my family keep dying. Murder. Suicide. My great-grandfather? He poisoned his whole family almost and then posed them like dolls around a tea party.” She flips some pages to show Bo a more modern clipping about an 8-year-old boy who was the only survivor of a massacre that killed his entire family. The boy is young Ian. “He saw his father shoot his entire family.” Julia worries that rather than the ghost, what Ian may have inherited is that “thing” that keeps making people in their family do all this horrible stuff. Bo confirms one last time that Julia has never seen anything out of the ordinary. “He locks me in a box!” she exclaims. “He’s sick!” She’s genuinely scared that one day Ian might hurt her and Kathy. Bo decides there’s nothing she can do except help get Julia out of there. Julia is relieved and grateful. “You know, for a totally loco chick breaking into our house, you’re actually pretty cool.” Bo smiles and they skulk out of the cell.
Out in the forest, Dyson plows through the brush, frustrated as he’s lost Bo’s scent. Clio follows in his wake. She’s less worried since she already recognizes the woods as where her friend, Lazy John, is buried. “He fell asleep against a tree and then monkeys buried him.” Dyson stops so Clio can take the lead. “Monkeys?” he repeats. From the sound of it, not a favorite. Out of breath, Clio gamely heads up a hill and over to the base of a large tree. “John!” she coos, dropping down to gently pull leaves off the face of Lazy John. He rouses slowly. Kneeling next to his face, Clio introduces her “business associate.” Dyson nods at Lazy John. “John,” he acknowledges, shrugging off the fact that he’s speaking to a man who, but for his face, is completely buried in the ground.This isn’t even the weirdest part of my day. “Business associate,” John sneers in return. Snicker.
Clio asks if Lazy John saw a succubus running through the woods and he cagily admits that he did see her last night, “but what direction did she go?” He makes a sad, fake moue. Clio doesn’t even pretend not to know what he wants. She holds a hand out to Dyson who helps her to her feet. “Don’t judge me,” she tells him as she removes her boots and socks. Puzzled, Dyson’s forehead and eyebrows are working overtime as he balances Clio while she unzips and strips off her boot and stocking. Clio dangles her bare foot over Lazy John’s mouth. “You can lick one toe,” she offers, prepared to take one for the team. But Lazy John isn’t interested in Clio’s feet. “No. Him,” he says looking at Dyson. Dyson: “Come again?” Lazy John: “You want to find your succubus or not? Business. Associate.” Ha!
Cut to Dyson hopping on one leg as he replaces his boot while walking along the trail Lazy John directed as Bo’s last path. “Man,” Clio laughs. “You must really love this girl.” Boot back in place, Dyson strides on. “We shall never speak of this again.” Hahahaha.
Bo and Julia burst out of the cottage into the yard. Looking at the shoes and knots, Bo asks for the real story about the voodoo juju. “Stupid ghost can’t come inside until she tries on all the shoes and unties all the knots,” Julia explains. “Lame!” She goes to cross the shoe line as Bo asks about the walking backwards bit. “Oh, a ghost can’t jump inside your body if you’re walking backwards,” Julia mocks as she ducks under the line and heads for the trees. “I mean, duh, ‘cause that makes sense.” But Bo’s been paying attention to her Fae lessons and recognizes that what Julia describes isn’t a ghost, but a body-jumping Fae. She hurries after Julia but it’s too late; the body-jumper has already taken her over.
In the cottage, Kathy hovers over the unconscious Julia as Ian, gun in hand, freaks the Fae out. He yells at Bo that he told her not to interfere. Bo apologizes and insists she was only trying to help, but Ian shouts that he had it under control. Kathy interrupts to hold out a leaf to Ian who takes it, instantly calm, and demands to know where Julia collapsed. Bo admits it was beyond the shoes and knots. Gravely upset, Ian nonetheless aims his gun at Julia. Bo and Kathy block his way. “We said if this thing entered one of us we would kill whoever it was.” Kathy screams they never meant that to include Julia. Ian emotionally insists he will not make Julia live with what Ian has had to endure. Bo says she knows what happened to him when he was young, “but there is always another way!” Ian shouts she doesn’t know anything. He reveals that it wasn’t his father who murdered his family, but rather young Ian who killed them all while possessed by the body-jumper. He’s slowly falling apart as he reveals his worst secret. “You don’t know what it’s like to have something inside of you! Something you just can’t control!” I kinda think she does there, pal. “Actually, yeah, I do,” Bo counters, advancing so that Ian is forced back from Julia. “I can fix this,” she insists. Ian doesn’t believe her. “I can still hear that thing laughing while it butchered everybody that I loved,” he cries. In the background, Kathy clasps her hands over her mouth and stares at her husband, horrified and devastated as she finally understands what’s driven him for so many years. Bo’s eyes fill with unshed tears. She feels Ian’s pain; she knows what it’s like to lose control of herself to the thing inside of her. Ian shakes his head. “You can’t fix pure evil.” Anvil! Anvil alert!
The light fixtures bursts and the hearth fire flares startling them all. JumpedJulia rises from the settee to float above it in a move worthy of any horror movie. “He’s right,” she crows in a processed voice. “I am pure evil and I never felt better!” She cracks her neck in a not-at-all grotesque manner and advances on Bo and her parents. Bo snaps out of her empathetic fugue and urges Ian and Kathy to run, promising not to let anything happen to RealJulia. “I’ve got this,” she insists when they protest and blue light flares in her eyes. Gaping at her show of power but convinced nonetheless, they run out of the room as Bo and JumpedJulia face off.
At the diner, “Amber” wipes down a table when Crystal strolls up and gets in close to slide her arm under “Amber’s.” Crystal slaps a wad of cash on the table startling her. “Tips.” Despite the move, Crystal is brisk and matter-of-fact when Doctor Lauren thanks her, which triggers the doc’s mopey, pining face. She joins Crystal and excuses that she has a lot on her mind as a backward apology for rebuffing Crystal earlier. Points for taking the bull by the horns and instigating an actual conversation about a relationship, doc. It’s the red wig, isn’t it? Crystal, however, is not exactly broken up about “Amber’s” rejection. She’s tosses off that it’s okay. “I get it.” Puzzled, Doctor Lauren asks why Crystal is there, as in working at the diner. “I know why Ronald is here,” she says, oozing cute, befuddled charm as she indicates the cook, and presumably owner, in the kitchen. “And I’m…still kinda working on why I’m here.” Oh! Oh! Oh! I know! I know!
Crystal clues in to “Amber’s” meaning and, after an initial flounder, says “sometimes when a girl has so much bad luck, she can start to feel like she’s the one causing it. She *is* bad luck. And that’s when you to accept things.” ANVIL! ANVIL ALERT! “Like how being the best singer in town doesn’t really mean much in the Big City.” Aw, poor love. Ali Liebert is selling the hell outta Crystal. I kinda wanna go do tequila shots with her because you know that would be a blast. “And how sometimes big dreams will swallow you whole if you don’t turn them into small ones instead,” she finishes with more confidence. She takes a clipping from her bag and hands it over to Doctor Lauren. It’s an advert for a small farm, which is Crystal’s new, achievable dream. “Work hard all day and just sit and watch the stars at night. A little heaven right there,” she finishes with the subtext that Doctor Lauren could share it with her. The doc smiles wanly. “See you tomorrow?” she asks, neatly side-stepping the silent offer as she returns the advert. Crystal assures her she will and as she gets her bag together, Doctor Lauren looks at her with a wealth of longing and admiration.
“Listen, I know you’re not on the market,” Crystal allows. Oh, but she is, kiddo. She really, really is. “But if you ever want to grab some beer and pizza and vent, you know where I live.” As Crystal leaves, Doctor Lauren protests that she has no idea where Crystal lives. Crystal glances coyly over her shoulder and indicates the wad of tips still in Doctor Lauren’s hands. The doc looks down and notices Crystal’s written her address on the note she wrapped around the bills. Doctor Lauren chuckles, amused, flattered, and intrigued by Crystal’s cheerful persistence.
Bo slams into the tapestry covered wall of the cottage a good five feet up from the ground. “What the hell are you?” JumpedJulia menaces when Bo springs right back up onto her feet. Bo: “Awesome on two legs.” Ha! She demands to know what type of Fae has possessed JumpedJulia. I’m rooting for a shien because I loved Eddie from season one, but alas, this one is a jumby and chants “Jumby, jumby, jumby,” as she lunges for Bo’s throat. Bo grabs JumbyJulia’s wrist to hold her off. “I don’t want to hurt you, Julia, but this bitch ain’t makin’ it easy,” she grits out with effort. They struggle for a moment, and then, suddenly, Dyson is there! He wraps his arms around JumbyJulia from behind and pins her hands to her chest as he pulls her off Bo. With a cackle, the Jumby abandons Julia, who squeals “who are you?!” but Dyson only has eyes for Bo. There’s this great quick moment where he kinda tilts his chin—hey you—and after that I can’t even do his expression justice because so much rushes across his face in a few seconds time. Relief. Joy. Pleasure. Love.
“Dyson!” Bo gasps. She grabs his arm. “His name is Dyson,” she says to Julia. “It’s okay.” Slowly, he releases Julia who moves to the couch. Immediately, Bo throws her arms around Dyson and clutches him tight. “Oh God! How did you find me?” she asks without letting go. Holding her just as tightly, Dyson admits he had a little help and kisses her shoulder. Clio chooses that moment to enter the room, only she’s chanting jumby jumby jumby and advancing fast with a knife raised in her fist. Dyson releases Bo and turns to grab Clio’s wrist with one hand and her neck with the other. “Bo, meet Clio,” he says, puzzled and wary.
A hand raps on a door; Crystal can be seen through the window lying on her bed reading a book. She opens the door, wine glass in hand, to Doctor Lauren who is bearing a six-pack of beer and a pizza. Crystal is wearing tight boy shorts and a camisole because everyone answers the door in their underwear. The doc doesn’t miss a beat. “The beer and the pizza and the venting.” She wonders if it’s too soon, but cheeky Crystal is only too ready for that and more.
It’s Clio’s turn to know the wall tapestry intimately. Dyson shoves her up against it, Bo at his side as she interrogates JumbyClio while Dyson restrains her. Bo notes the Jumby can jump bodies and wonder what else she’s got. “Huh,” Clio drawls as the Jumby leaves her abruptly. “Did I just agree to a threesome?” She smiles coyly and is more than ready to follow through if they say yes. Which means JumbyJulia is back in the game! She picks up Clio’s knife and, pretending to be Julia, calls out to Kathy that “they” are hurting her. Kathy runs into the room and before Bo or Dyson can intervene, JumbyJulia slices Kathy across the throat. Delighted laughter fills the room as JumbyJulia stalks out of the cottage while Bo rushes to Kathy’s side. Blood spurts from Kathy’s throat complete with squelching sounds. Nifty. Someone had a lot of fun with that in post.
Ian and a sober Clio crouch with Bo on either side of Kathy who is sprawled on the floor unconscious and bleeding. Clio hastily advises that the peony plant can stop the bleeding. “It’s the healing plant of the gods and it grows in the forest.” Bo sends her off to find it. Suddenly, Bo screams in pain and doubles over. Dyson crouches next to her; she grabs his hand and he supports her. Dyson: “I’ve got to get you out of here; you’re dying.” Gasping against the pain, Bo points out that it’s Kathy who’s dying. “You don’t understand; when you jumped from that train, you got sick. You need help!” Dyson explains. “She needs help and it’s my fault! Help me fix this, okay?” Bo pleads. “I can wait.” Not so quick to accuse him of cock blocking now, are ya?
She tells Ian to keep pressure on Kathy’s wound and he implores them to get Julia, “I can’t lose them both!” Dyson helps Bo to her feet as she moans in pain. “On death’s door and still helping humans,” he muses with affection. “At least you’re still you.” Really, at this point, that alone must be a huge relief.
Doctor Lauren and Crystal sit on the floor at the foot of her bed more than halfway through the six-pack and laughing. “Why can’t we just erase everything?” the doc wonders. “All the bad shit that’s ever happened to us or that we’ve done and just forget it all?!” Don’t worry, sweetie. The way this show goes, you’ll probably get another clean slate soon enough. Crystal says this would let her forget the horny bastard who grabbed her ass. “Forget the wedding dress and combat boots that I wore all the way through freshman year as a statement.” Actually, with those long legs of her, that I can totally see. Crystal raises the stakes by adding that she could then forget the hit and run she committed that she’s never told anyone about before until now. “Actually, it was three.” She and Doctor Lauren laugh because committing multiple hit and runs is hilarious. Doctor Lauren tries to match Crystal’s confession level. “Okay. Okay. Okay. Forget the master that I had for five years who kept me in indentured servitude.” Hey, you volunteered. TWICE. I can’t even at this point. This confession, however, stops Crystal in her tracks where confessing to three hit and runs didn’t even faze her. The doc manages to shrug it off as the beer talking, “I guess I ran out of bad shit to forget,” implying that she made that last bit up. But the mood’s been broken and Crystal now somberly wonders if they could forget all that stuff, “what would we have left?” They look at one another and then Crystal finally goes full in for the kiss, which Doctor Lauren whole-heartedly returns. And they’re off! Sexy, sexy lady times! Wow, that is some wig tape Doctor Lauren’s got going on there as even their enthusiastic loving fails to knock her wig askew. Peaks plumbed and reached, Doctor Lauren and Crystal laugh their way through the aftermath. Doctor Lauren kisses Crystal passionately. “You know I would’ve been fine with just beer and pizza,” Crystal says. They laugh some more. “Now she tells me,” the doc jokes. They canoodle some more in their afterglow. For once, the doc actually looks unburdened and happy, which is a sure sign this isn’t going to end well.
JumbyJulia screams her way through the Garden of Evil and More Evil. Dyson runs up and tosses the possessed girl to the ground. “So what’s the plan?” he asks Bo as she joins him. “Time for me to introduce myself to this Jumby,” she says. She pulls Julia up by her shirt and succusucks the Jumby down. Julia falls back as Bo lunges up to her feet. Gasping hard, she reaches for Dyson and stares straight ahead as the Jumby draws her into a vision. There’s a flash and suddenly Bo is in daylight and standing under a long stone bridge. She turns around slowly and catches glimpse of someone. “Wait. You?” she says, as though she recognizes the woman standing there who is dressed in 19th century plantation garb.
The Jumby tells Bo that she shouldn’t be meddling in things that “don’t concern you.” Gesturing to the jumby’s outdated clothes, Bo snarks that she clearly hasn’t been out in the world for a while and offers to bring her up to speed. “Hi. I’m Bo. The Unaligned Succubus. How are you? Just a couple things about me: I like leather, having a good time, and in case you haven’t noticed? I always meddle in things that don’t concern me. And if you don’t stop torturing these innocent people, I’m gonna crack my foot off in your retro ass!” The jumby takes issue with Bo accusing her of torturing the Jenkins and to prove her point, she takes Bo’s hand and shows her how long ago, Ian’s ancestors tortured her to prove to her fiancé Noah, also an ancestor of Ian’s, that she was a witch.
Bo watches with horror as the scene plays out before her and the jumby. The jumby survived the water torture because she is, by her Fae nature, an elemental. “An Elemental ain’t no witch!” Even after being shown her otherworldliness, Noah still loved her and defended the jumby to his family. “My Noah saw what I really was and he still loved me.” When Noah’s family tried to shoot the jumby, Noah jumped in front of the shot, which went through him and into her anyway, killing them both. Remind me to skip their family reunion, yeah? Bo watches the two lovers with painful empathy. “They left us separate. Forever.” Noah and the jumby fall to the ground, dead and apart for eternity. “And I ain’t never gonna rest till every one of them Jenkins is dead,” the jumby vows.
Bo wakes with a harsh gasp and bolts upright back on the couch in the cottage’s living room. She reaches out to clutch Dyson who holds her hand against his chest. “They killed her! Your ancestors killed her,” she cries out to Ian in accusation. He and Julia cradle Kathy on the settee as Clio applies the herbs from the forest to Kathy’s throat. Bo explains how Ian’s ancestors killed the jumby and her fiancé, another Jenkins. She is in agony as she continues to experience the jumby’s emotions. “Oh God!” Bo cries, clutching Dyson’s arm as he supports her. “So much anger! So much pain! She’s never gonna stop!” She grabs Dyson’s hand again and groans as she tries to keep the jumby from taking over. Ian doesn’t understand why the jumby is making him pay for what his ancestors did. “Because the past always comes calling,” Dyson says fiercely. “She’s trying to take over!” Bo admits and screams some more. “Fight her, Bo!” Dyson implores.
Back at Doctor Lauren’s flat, Evony blinks her newly restored eye, hilariously rolling it around in the socket and I don’t know if that was a CGI trick or one of the wonders that is actress Emmanuelle Vaugier. I’m going for the latter. With a whack to the side of her own head, the eye finally settles in place. Heh. “Not bad,” she approves as, behind her, Massimo cleans up from the procedure. Make sure you get the nooks and the crannies there. Doctor Lauren is not going to like coming home to a mess. If she comes home. “For a human,” Evony caveats. Massimo says he is always at Evony’s disposal. Evony likes this idea and scoops in for a kiss to seal the deal, startling Massimo. “What was that?” he asks, not without some hope. Evony muses that she had a lot of time to think, imprisoned as she was in a cell behind Vex’s desk and realized something very important. Massimo wants to know about her epiphany. “That I’ve been far too nice,” Evony concludes. She’s certain Bo was somehow behind her capture. Actually, it was Hale, but whatever. “It’s time somebody finally put her in her place.” Massimo interjects that he already did that. Evony is intrigued. “She’s gone,” Massimo crows. “I helped Tamsin get rid of her. For you.” Seems Massimo’s been working on his own plans while Evony was AWOL and now he wants to come back and live with her…again. “Oh, honey,” Evony croons. “But then where would I keep the dogs?” Visibly crushed, Massimo rallies to ask what Evony is going to do now. “With Bo gone?” she says with a huge sigh as though a weight has been lifted. “Everything.” Exeunt The Morrigan. Massimo, left behind again, doesn’t look happy about that.
At the cottage, Bo violently and loudly, struggles to keep the jumby from taking her over. “Separate forever!” she shouts. “Separate forever,” she repeats when Dyson asks what she means. She now knows what has to be done. “Before they were married, they were killed; they were buried separately.” Bo sobs the words as the pain of the revelation takes her over. “If we…” but the pain cuts her off. “If we what?!” Dyson shouts. “Oh, I know! I know!” Clio chants, jumping to her feet and bouncing in excitement. Heh. “If we bury them together, then it will end the jumby’s need for vengeance.” Dyson looks totally perplexed by this conclusion. “Come on,” Clio chides. “You’ve been around for a thousand years and you’ve never read a romance novel?” Nope. He comes by that love-you-forever-no-matter-what hero complex au natural. Also, shout out to H&H? I think so! “Wow,” Clio grudgingly admits to Bo while crossing her arms. “You are a lucky girl.” But Bo doesn’t need Clio to tell her what she already knows. She orders Ian and Julia to take Kathy downstairs and lock themselves up. When they’re gone, she tearfully begs Dyson to go and find the jumby and Noah’s remains. “Just please hurry!” Dyson refuses to leave her. “I just found you! There’s no way in hell I’m gonn—” Bo grabs his face and kisses him deeply. HALLELUJAH! And all the people of the land rejoiced! Well, most of them do. Watching, Clio petulantly crosses her arms and pouts. HA!
After a few long moments, Bo pulls back. “Do you trust me?” she asks Dyson. “Yes,” he replies emphatically and without hesitation. “Then trust this: I can fight her but you have to go. You have to hurry. Please just go.” She’s sobbing outright now, physically struggling against the jumby’s possession. Without any more argument, Dyson leaps up and he and Clio run from the cottage as Bo howls with agony. Suddenly she goes silent. Bo raises her head, her eyes now an overall cloudy white as she cants her head and smiles. Uh oh. Jumby Jumby.
Out in the Garden of Evil and More Evil, the camera pans up on the bottom half of a boney mouth and then onto a skull as Clio picks up a femur and asks Dyson if it’s “her leg bone or his leg bone?” “Doesn’t matter,” he replies without looking up from tossing bones outta one grave and into another. “It’s all going to the same place.” Clio pitches in and asks if this is how Dyson’s dates with Bo usually go, “digging up graves and trying to save human lives?” “I’d be lying if I said this didn’t have some semblance of nostalgia,” Dyson admits. Clio thinks they got all the bones and asks if all of “his bits are with her bits.” Dyson palms a pair of wedding rings from Noah’s pocket as he agrees that the two bodies are combined now. Which is good as JumbyBo makes the scene, stalking forward with purpose to attack Dyson. He tells Clio to help him hold Bo down and even wolfs out as he struggles to contain JumbyBo. “Oh ho. I’m going to enjoy killing you both,” JumbyBo crows as Dyson and Clio force her to kneel between them next to the communal grave. Dyson orders Clio to hold JumbyBo still and pulls out the rings. “You were never married!” he shouts. “That’s why she’s still stuck in limbo. If we marry them, maybe it will end the pain,” he explains to Clio. He forces one of the rings on JumbyBo’s finger and puts the other on his own. At the sight of the ring, JumbyBo becomes transfixed and immediately calms down. She quietly asks Dyson where he found the rings.
Taking a piece of cloth from the grave site, Dyson wraps it around their joined hands to hand fast them. He starts to solemnly recite wedding vows. “I take you, to be my lawfully wedded wife,” he says in THAT VOICE while staring into Bo’s face. “To have and to hold in sickness and in health and even in death.” Bo looks up at him in wonder and their eyes lock. “Do you,” Dyson continues fervently, “take me, to be your…” But here, Clio gently interjects with emphasis and not without sympathy: “Noah.” Dyson stops and looks blankly at Clio for a moment before he realizes how he got caught up in the moment. After a frustrated exhale, he rallies to complete the ceremony and save Bo. “Do you take Noah to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold in sickness and in health.” He pauses before the kicker. “Even in death?” JumbyBo’s face is suffused with love and happiness. “Yes,” she says. “I do.” Dyson and JumbyBo gaze at one another as everything holds still. Bo gasps and collapses, held up only by Dyson’s clasped hands and Clio support at her back. A blue light wafts from Bo to hover over her. Another blue light rises from the grave to hover over Dyson. The images of Noah and the jumby take form within the lights and they embrace. Entranced, hands still clasped, Bo and Dyson gaze up at the spirits with wonder. Clio stumbles to her feet and cranes her neck up at the sky. “What are you guys looking at?” she asks. “You can’t see them?” Dyson says without looking away. Bo watches as the spirits slowly lay down together in the new grave, but Dyson now only has eyes for Bo, holding her upright as she watches the spirits merge and float down, leaning forward, his body language silently monitoring whether she’s all right. Behind them, Clio gets her pout on, arms crossed again as she watches Bo and Dyson experience what only they can see. Together, they watch the jumby and Noah finally fall to eternal rest together.
Bo comes back to herself slowly as Dyson watches her intently. Her gaze falls on their hand fasted hands. “Wait.” She looks up at Dyson with confused awe and then back at their clasped hands. She chuckles and smiles, delighted by the idea, almost afraid to hope it might be true. “Are we…?” “Ready to go home,” he gently counters. Bo is only too happy to hear that idea. “Oh, hells yes,” she Kenzies. “Yeah,” Dyson agrees. He unties their hands and helps her to her feet. Bo looks at him a moment and then turns toward Clio, keeping his hand in hers to pull him up next to her. Dyson wraps his arm around her and all three of them head back to the cottage.
Fresh from her game-changing night with Crystal, Doctor Lauren struts her bad self into the diner and cheerfully greets Ronnie the cook. He gruffly orders her to get the ringing phone. “Some yahoo’s been calling every ten minutes or so asking about some Karen.” That wipes the good mood off the doc and fast. “Says there’s a big reward for information,” he adds. Doctor Lauren stares at the still ringing phone as though it might bite her. “You gonna answer it, Red?” Ronnie asks. The doc excuses herself to go to the washroom and heads right on out the back door.
At the cottage, Bo and Julia hug it out while Ian and a revived and bandaged Kathy watch from the doorway.
Julia is walking Bo out while rambling on Kenzi-like about her “kicks” having gone all ghetto. “Do you want to borrow my kitten heel fly boots? They are trés gorg and might make this homeless person nightie thing you’re rocking look more like an actual fashion choice.” Dyson stands sentinel just inside the laundry line border as Bo fondly assures Julia she knows the girl will be okay because she’s got balls as big as Bo’s best friend. “Who’s a girl,” she reassures when Julia frowns. Bo advises the teenager not to be so hard on her parents. “One day you might have to face your own demons and they might come in handy.” She hands Julia her phone number just in case and tells her to come find Bo if she ever needs her. Bo joins Dyson who gallantly offers his elbow which Bo silently takes and they walk away together.
Doctor Lauren pounds on Crystal’s door and the waitress opens it in robe and towel, fresh from the shower. The doc rushes in, packed bag in hand. “I need to leave,” she says in a total panic as she looks out the window to see if she’d been followed. “Town. I need to leave town.” Confused, Crystal tries to understand what’s going on. “I can’t explain!” the doc shouts. Crystal offers to go with her but the doc just asks her to promise that if anyone comes looking for her, Crystal will pretend she never met Doctor Lauren. Crystal reluctantly promises. They kiss passionately. “For luck,” Crystal says. “I really hope you find some soon.” She goes to open the front door, but the doc quickly asks for an alternative exit and Crystal leads her out the back.
Arm in arm, Bo and Dyson stroll down an empty road, Clio following in their wake. “You’re in an awful rush for a sick girl,” Dyson teases. “I just can’t wait to get into bed,” she teases back and they both laugh at her clear double meaning. “First things first,” Dyson decides. He stops and steps back from her as Clio digs something out of her back pocket. Dyson casually invites Clio to “do that ear thing” and cure Bo’s transcendental sickness. Instead, Clio grabs Bo from behind and puts a knife to her throat. “Whadya think you’re doing?” he asks, decidedly unconcerned. Clio says she’s taking what’s hers. “Money talks and your buddy Vex has boatloads of it.” Dyson keeps his place as Clio drags Bo away. “Do you really think you’re just going to walk away with her?” he asks still displaying no real worry. Clio warns that if Dyson tries to follow them or stop her, “I’m gonna let the transcendental sickness eat her insides and then I’m gonna leave her in a hot and bloody succubus mess.” But she misunderstands Dyson. “I don’t mean walk away from me,” he drawls, amused even as the distance between them grows. “I mean walk away from her.” Now Clio is confused. “Last time I check, jumbies were elementals too,” Dyson crows. Bo finally reacts, taking Clio’s wrist and twisting her arm up and away from Bo’s neck until Clio bends under the pain. “That’s the thing about helping people, Clio,” Bo snarls pushing Clio back. “Sometimes you get paid back with a little thing called karma.” She shoves Clio again as, nonchalant, Dyson strolls in their wake to catch up, content to watch Bo kick ass again. Bo explains the jumby already cured her and while she’d been inside Clio, the jumby saw her plans to betray Bo to Vex. Clio insists it was just business and Bo, finally losing her temper but good, grabs her wrist again. “Do you have any idea how sick and tired I am of being double-crossed and lied to and generally dicked around?” Behind her, Dyson’s brow furrows; he has plenty idea of how sick she is of that crap. “You picked the wrong girl to screw over because I like to make everything personal,” Bo finishes.
She whacks Clio across the face backhanded, follows up with a right cross, and finishes with an elbow to Clio’s nose then grabs the elemental up by those ridiculous sleeves. “What are you?” Clio gasps. “She’s your worst nightmare,” Dyson says with pride. To prove it, Bo succusucks Clio down but stops before she kills the Fae. “Dying with a smile? That is much too good a fate for you.” She drops Clio on the road like so much road kill. Harsh. Effective, but harsh. Bo brushes her hands off and turns back Dyson. “Did you get a little medieval while you were away?” he lightly teases. “I dunno,” she answers. “Maybe.” Bo is breathing hard; that beat down took the last of her waning strength. She collapses against Dyson. “Hey,” Dyson says softly as he catches her up. Taking his hand, Bo leans into him as he holds her. “So. Vex, huh? Man, can that guy just pick a team already?” Dyson, with affection: “You’re one to talk.” Show, sometimes you out meta your meta.
Bo puts her head on his shoulder as they walk. Dyson gazes down at her. “God, I missed you,” he says, love and longing naked on his face. Bo meets his gaze and takes a beat to take in all she sees there. She smiles softly. “I missed you too,” she admits. They smile and gaze into each other’s eyes for one precious, gorgeous minute. “Take me home?” she asks. “You got it,” he promises. That was just lovely and long, long, long overdue.
Bo and Dyson ride in an old sedan that, judging by the shards of glass on the dash, Dyson broke a window to steal. They thump over some tracks which jars Bo from her reverie. She looks at Dyson and leans over to nuzzle into his shoulder as she takes his hand. Dyson smiles down at her and lifts their joined hands to play with her fingers. Looks like he hasn’t quite been able to take Noah’s ring off his finger yet. Bo murmurs how she can’t wait to see everyone. “Kenzi and Hale. Trick and…” she trails off as she starts to fall asleep. Dyson tells her someday they’re going to have to talk about what happened on that train. Puzzled, Bo raises her head. “What train?” Confused, Dyson takes a moment and then chuckles. “I don’t know. I don’t know why I said that.” Bo pats his leg and tells him not to worry as she reclaims her place on his shoulder. “I will figure out what happened to me one way or another. You can be sure of that.” Dyson glances down but, seeing she’s totally knackered, gently kisses her forehead and leaves it alone.
Country music plays as Doctor Lauren walks down the road in her four-inch-heeled boots that apparently are as perfect for hitchhiking as they are for waitressing. Wait, she’s on the run but she’s hitchhiking? Appears so as a car that looks disturbingly like the one Dyson is currently driving comes around the bend. The doc turns around to stick out her thumb. Show, you’d better not wreck my Team Badass reunited bliss this fast. Fortunately, it’s a red herring as the car pulls over to reveal Crystal as the driver. The doc laughs with relief to see her. “I am not going to get rid of you, am I?” she jokes. “Not that easily. Hop in, partner,” Crystal says. The doc jogs around the front and gets in the car. “You know what? I am really happy to see you,” she admits, slamming the door. “And I’m really sorry,” Crystal replies. The doc can barely ask “for what” before a man reaches around from the back seat to chloroform her. Her shrieking is muffled by the cloth over her mouth and she struggles to no avail as the man drags her over and down behind the back seat while Crystals sits in the driver’s seat and stares straight ahead.
Now here comes Bo and Dyson in their stolen car. Still holding hands with Bo’s head still on Dyson’s shoulder, they both look over to see only the back of Crystal’s head as they drive by. There’s no sign either of Doctor Lauren or her captor who must, by now, have dragged her out of sight given how Crystal is looking into the back seat of the car. As they drive on, Bo gazes back over her shoulder as Dyson repeatedly checks the broke down car in his rear-view mirror. “Do you think we should stop and help?” Bo wonders half-heartedly, almost rote. But getting Bo home remains Dyson’s primary concern especially over helping some strangers. “Whoever that is can fix their own flat tire.” Unable to muster up anything more than that token concern, Bo drops her head back onto his shoulder with a grateful sigh and they drive off to Faeville and home.
Next week: Episode 4, “Turn to Stone”