Wednesday

Stassa's waiting list is six months long.

How did you get her up to Jericho on a moment's notice?

She has a sore spot for disembodied appendages.

And I tripled her usual fee.

I'm so mortified we forgot Thing's birthday.

It's unforgivable.

I've been so preoccupied with the children and chairing the fundraising gala--

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

Fret not, cara bella .

Another hour under Stassa's deft touch,

Thing will be a new hand.

Tell me, how goes the fundraising?

Agonizing.

Last night,

I had the sudden urge to call Mama,

and ask her to be

guest of honor at the gala.

How very distressing.

She is Nevermore's wealthiest alumni.

Doubtless that's why Principal Dort recruited me.

Of course not, darling.

I will never understand why my...

...dearest Mama

has to make every interaction so torturous.

Fortunately, I have a very high threshold for pain.

Which I find intoxicating.

Perhaps I can help you take your mind off your...

mother.

Darling, I'm going to slip into something a little bit more uncomfortable.

Make sure it has a lot of spikes and buckles.

I underestimated your bat-like hearing.

And my maternal intuition.

Did you honestly think I would hide Goody's book in there?

You used to hide our Dia de los Muertos presents in here.

Because I wanted you to find those.

Do you remember my favorite bedtime story?

Mm-hmm.

The Salem Witch Trial transcripts.

Nothing put you to sleep faster than the rantings of the condemned.

They were allowed to make their case to the magistrate.

Allow me the same courtesy?

In my most recent vision,

I learned that I am responsible for Enid's death.

What did you see?

A headstone with Enid's name.

It was in the middle of a graveyard filled with crows.

They were being led by a one-eyed crow.

Then Enid appeared and claimed it was my fault.

Galpin was murdered by that same one-eyed crow.

And his former partner was also killed by these birds.

These aren't random attacks. Someone is behind it all.

An Avian?

I need to find the killer before they get to Enid.

I am not appealing to you as my mother,

but as a fellow psychic.

As a fellow psychic, you understand your visions are unreliable

and open to many interpretations.

Not mine.

I had mastered my ability. It showed me exactly what I needed to see.

Hmm.

Like that serial killer, hmm?

In Kansas City.

Every artist needs their own signature.

You've made a very compelling argument...

to never give you back that book.

You haven't mastered anything.

But the only answers I have are in that book.

They're not answers.

They're shortcuts

that will lead you down a treacherous path filled with pain.

Your treacherous path is my walk in the park.

You sound just like Ophelia.

She was impatient and strong-willed,

and allowed her ability to drive her to madness.

I'm not your sister.

No, you're my daughter.

And I won't fail you

the way that my mother failed Ophelia.

This isn't over.

Tish?

I'm sorry, mon cheri .

The romantic mood has unexpectedly escaped me.

Maybe later.

Until I can thwart my mother and get Goody's book back,

I might have to solve this case the old-fashioned way.

Galpin may have finally left a useful clue.

Yet even in death, he refuses to cooperate.

Ugh! I'm doomed.

I have nothing to wear.

And where's the top to my zebra-striped bikini?

Hiding in shame.

Are you gonna stare at that disgusting eyeball,

or help out your friend?

It's an overnight camping trip.

How many outfits could you need?

There's the bus fit,

and then the opening campfire, then the late-night swim,

then the morning hike, and the final jamboree.

Not to mention breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

If you came, it would be the perfect opportunity

to get to know the Wolf Pack better.

As Voltaire once said, "The happiest of lives is a busy solitude."

You can't avoid people forever.

Ironic, considering you've been avoiding Ajax.

He keeps dropping gifts at the door like some desperate raccoon.

Ugh! I just didn't expect my relationship with Bruno to heat up so quickly.

We literally skipped right past the talking phase.

Oh, I don't know how to break things off with Ajax.

A quick blow to the head should suffice.

I don't want to hurt his feelings. It's not his fault we grew apart.

Didn't Divina borrow your swimsuit top?

Oh my God. Maybe she did. Thank you.

I don't know if Divina borrowed her bikini top.

I needed the decibel level to go down so I could think.

That premonition stays between us.

She's gone full Sylvia Plath over a bikini top.

Who knows how she'd react if she knew I had a vision of her death?

Enid's dying? Can I sing at the funeral?

"Somewhere Over the Rainbow."

Feels very Enid. I already know the lyrics.

How long have you been here?

Since... this.

Make it disappear again.

Enid's not going to die,

because I'm going to find the murderer first.

Breathe a word--

And you'll find some fiendishly exotic way to kill me.

I know.

So what's our next move?

There is no next move.

I already have a right hand.

I don't need another.

Go find somebody else to stalk.

The more you push me away,

the more I'll want to please you.

Classic emotional manipulation technique.

I'm late for a funeral.

If you're here when I get back, I'll be early for another.

So, Slurp just came back on his own?

Yep. He was in here when I came in this morning.

He looks different.

I... I think he's healing.

Check out the inside of his skull.

I think he's even starting to regrow a brain in there.

Incredible.

It's like he's regenerating in hyper speed.

I'm telling you, it's the mystery meat.

The more he eats, the more alive he gets.

What are we going to do if he runs away again?

He won't.

He may be brainless, but he knows he's got a sweet set-up here.

Who else is going to take care of him?

Whoa! Check out this larva!

New England corpse moth. Super rare. Only ever found--

In corpses?

What's the matter, boy?

Did you hear that? He said his first word.

Br...

That's right, I am your bruh!

He's a zombie.

He's not trying to call you his bruh. He's trying to say "brains."

Don't use the Z word.

He's sensitive.

How do you not know this?

We're supposed to be his friends!

No biting! No biting! Bad Slurp!

This is way too dangerous. We need to tell someone.

No!

They'll take him away, or worse, put him down.

He's already dead. We can't leave him here alone while we're off camping.

Don't worry about that.

I already got that covered.

May the road rise to meet you.

May the wind be at your back.

May the sunshine warm your face, and may the rains fall upon your fields.

May God hold you always. Amen.

Two mourners.

That's two more than Galpin ever deserved.

The department had to send an official.

He was a former sheriff.

I lost the coin toss with Ryken.

And I'm here representing Tyler.

He rather grimly asked me to make sure his father was really dead.

What's your excuse?

I'm mixing business with pleasure.

Funerals are a hobby.

And killers have a habit of showing up to their victims' interments.

Dr. Fairburn tells me you visited Tyler at Willow Hill.

He won't give you clues.

He'll send you down rabbit holes.

It doesn't take years of police work to see that.

It wasn't years of police work that exposed Tyler as a Hyde. It was me.

Then I shouldn't have to warn you

to stay out of the crosshairs of another unhinged Outcast.

Whoever killed Galpin and Bradbury means business.

Don't tempt fate, Ms. Addams.

Did Galpin ever visit Tyler?

You don't really expect me to tell you that.

Once.

Within seconds, Tyler transformed. Almost ripped through those titanium bars.