The Girl in the Woods

When I look at you, I see your mother.

Hopefully his hardship at a moment's notice.

I wanted him to kiss me.

Now whenever I try to touch him, he goes cold.

You're my sync bait.

Okay.

You sure she's not in your house?

Your friend shows his face on our block again,

I'll rip his gay little earring off.

- Told you what I'd do... - Stop!

There is something out in those woods

hunting for livestock.

- I'll be the lure. - Let's kill this thing.

- This is not gold. - It's the only way to kill them.

Remember how I said that the wrong person

could open up a new door, let all the nightmares out.

Well, I think it might have done just that.

This is nuts.

Take his mask off.

You take his mask off, bro.

I'm your superior.

Whoa-ho-ho!

That's crazy!

Sick.

You think he's from the Colony?

I don't know.

Damn.

Yo, yo!

Check this out.

That's gold, dude.

No, what...

Hey, let's move this body before the cops get here.

All right? If we can keep this thing a secret...

we might have just found our retirement savings.

Grab his legs.

Yeah. Let's move him so nobody finds the gold.

Yeah. Yeah, bud.

She was a boss, right?

She's beautiful.

Miss her every day.

Me too.

Mine left when I was five, so...

she's sort of faceless in my memories.

You know where she went?

I know she stopped in Salem.

Oh. Puzzle comes together.

So you think you're pretty smart, huh?

Yeah. I do. I am.

Hey, kids,

it's chaos at the mine. Chaos.

You should see these photos my people sent.

Airdrop them to me.

Oh, rhetorical, baby.

I'm not trying to give you more PTSD. Carrie...

I'd like to stay a few more days anyway.

For the pancakes.

- Ten points. - New favorite daughter.

He can close access to that tear in the mine.

If he finds out that we were down there, he'll murder us.

Straight up. Like, worse than the...

The Bloodherd of Gehenna.

We need to close it.

If that crack grows big enough

for the Herd to slip through,

that would be the end...

of at least West Pine.

Well, there are worse fates.

Kidding. All right. Sorry.

Hi. Hello, how's your family?

Nana's always cleaning up

in her new white people Mahjong league.

Oh, sorry. You meant the kidnapped, tortured ones?

You don't have to always deflect.

They're delusional.

Feverish. Shaking.

They don't remember their names, they...

keep waking up screaming.

- It'll get better. - I worship your optimism.

- Hey. - Just...

Sorry. I just...

You're in your no touch zone.

I don't have a "no touch zone."

Y-you just don't need to pet me like a sad cat, I...

Grr. Right? Big dog alpha dog.

Strong for Tasha.

Why do you think I need that?

- I don't know. - You're your dad's daughter.

Dude, I only have care for you, but this hot-cold thing

is making me feel like my head is cafeteria clam chowder.

Just tell me your boundaries, and I'll act the part.

- I don't have boundaries. - Okay. Sure.

I'm gonna go see what I can find on my dad's computer.

So, any thoughts on closing the Door?

So, Armageddon. Glad to see it.

At the Colony, we were made to repress our nature.

Our worth was defined

by how much we aligned with their teachings.

- Bleak, Carrie. - That's terrible.

Tasha's not like that.

You can tell her whatever it is you're hiding.

Are you like, the Terminator,

sent here to like, blow up my spot?

You like each other.

- She's perfect. - I just...

I feel like sometimes she... wants me to like

play this role of like

a made-for-TV boyfriend or something.

Sorry, this isn't Colony-ripe material.

I'm listening.

There are good guys in the world.

But... when I think of manhood when it comes to me...

God, I just see this big agro muscly troll that's like...

like wrastling with the other boys or...

and I visibly don't relate to that.

I like... I don't know.

I like laying in the rain,

listening to a sad song like some small-town cliché.

W-we do that stuff together,

and it's the most at home that I could feel.

So, when she treats me like...

like boyfriend material, it just... it makes me...

wanna sprint for the hills.

I have to cross my eyes to see you as a boy.

Hey, no offense.

At the Colony, we judge on spirit, not on sex.

No, the... thank you.

I can't imagine telling a West Piner that...

I'm non-binary.

They...

they hate me and my family anyway.

So, Tasha deserves better than my problems.

Sometimes I feel like I exist too much.

It makes me bitter.

Me too.

So let's not be bitter.

Guys, you should see this.

Good job. Keep it up.

I don't think Carrie killed the disciples.

One of the Bloodherd escaped with her.

She must have stayed behind in West Pine to stop it.

And even if she never comes back,

it won't stop our numbers from dwindling.

It's an orgy of vanity out there.

There's no discipline.

And without discipline, we fall prey to the Herd.

They need us to be what they can't.

That's why we remain vigilant.

The disciples alone must carry the light.

Let the council worry about the Herd.

You bring me my daughter.

I'm losing patience.

I just ask you to spare her the worst.

She's a traitor like her mom.

She deserves no mercy.

Look at these photos that were sent to my dad.

This isn't a monster.

So who did we kill?

- You both saw it. - It was a beast.

I personally was tripping face. So...

- I've seen them dead before. - In Gehenna.

It was a beast. This makes no sense.

And listen to this.

"DNA of kidnapper linked to a cold case suspect

from 60 years ago."

I don't... I don't understand.

Sounds like no one does.

But we're with you either way, Carrie.

More importantly, on to the tear.

This guy's been trying to get into my pants forever.

- We love that for you. - And oh, boy, lucky for me,

he's our key to closing this crack

before anything else gets out.

- Ha ha. - I didn't wear my helmet.

Yo!

Yo, check it out. Gallery eight.

I know it's a no-drill site, but this vein, buddy.

Geologist verify this?