The Girl in the Woods

A new door opened because of me.

I need the ledger to help me close it.

Once the new door is closed, what then?

I'll return.

That's gold, Kal.

Keep access tight.

Fuck my life.

Kill it! Kill it!

Tasha, look, they're human.

Why did you abandon us?

I should rip your heart out and throw it to the Herd.

But then I couldn't make things right.

Gotta make it stop.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

- Make it stop. - Make it stop!

Carrie.

Mom?

You know what to do.

Find me in Salem and I'll make it all stop.

You need rest, dear.

The pain, the loneliness,

the unending noise.

You'll be home.

Open that door, then find me.

It was locked.

But someone has the key.

Disciples, don't let anything pass.

You know the drill.

Thank you.

Carrie, what are you doing?

Ah!

- Shh. - They'll hear you.

No!

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - I'm sorry!

That snails really lasering into us.

I cause so much death.

That thing was going to cut my head clean off.

- You're my hero. - She could have been saved.

Hallelujah.

One step from Bible study and bake sales.

No, really, she could have been saved.

I understand her.

My whole life, I felt like this cockroach,

so when someone treated me, you know, I...

good or... I don't know, what's the word?

- With, like, kindness? - Trust?

I was theirs.

I cheated my way into the position of Guardian.

Thought I'll play the hero, win love.

Johannes showed me I'm a selfish nothing.

Carrie Ecker, the disappointment.

I began to think, I'm so worthless.

Doesn't everybody?

I ate its hatred like fruit.

We all have selfish thoughts.

You are the strongest, most loyal person I know.

- You don't know what I did. - Try me.

- You'll hate me. - Try me.

I let out the beast that started this.

All of those dead.

I was unwell, but...

I thought the world deserved it.

Those fuckers put a child

in charge of guarding the gate to hell.

Innocence is a virtue.

You know what my responsibilities are?

Like, literally, just the dishes,

and I can't even do that. It's so boring. Oh, my God.

I make sandwiches because, voila, no dishes.

If someone came to me and was like,

"Tasha, guard the literal gate to hell."

Minutes.

- Yeah, it's not true. - Girl, yes.

My mom saw that and then, poof, dead.

So you're right.

Maybe everything can heal.

We're working on it.

Okay, good.

Because I got what I went back for.

Let's close the tear.

Brolan.

- Tasha, Tasha... I... - something's wrong...

- Slow down. - I can't, I...

I think he's have a bad trip.

Oh shit, shit, shit.

Acid flashbacks.

Weird puberty.

Shit.

Shit, shit.

Not my fucking hair.

You stay here, I'll go check on Nolan.

Dad keeps all his WPN stuff in a locked filing cabinet.

Okay.

The key is in the beer money box.

Okay.

I'll have a plan to close the tear by the time you get back.

- I'll ask Nolan to come too. - Good.

We're going to need all the help we can get.

Just be safe, Tashie.

- Tashie? - What?

Carrie, are you doing nicknames now?

- What? - No, be quiet.

- Oh, my God. - Care Bear, I'm so proud of you.

Oh, sorry.

- Sorry, I thought we were... - Well, no, wait.

Are we hugging?

- Go this way. - Yeah.

- Pickles. - Sandalwood.

Pickles.

Bitch, Sandali 22, sandalwood.

It's becoming my portable shower.