If you have not seen all of episode 406, read no further.
Really. It's going to spoil you.
At the end of episode 406 - Space (I believe in) - I had a million ideas for how Annie would confront Auggie, and how Auggie would react. Obviously, we will only see one. And the odds are that it won't be the way I imagine it. Though, knowing the writers, it will be a way that I adore. So between now and then, I'm going to share some of my ideas for how Annie might confront Auggie about his not-so-dead-wife.
When Annie got back to the car she was shaking, but she couldn't get herself to open the door. She sat on the curb a moment, hoping that Henry wasn't watching. She took a few deep breaths, then stood up.
He was worried for her, sitting in the passenger seat twisting his cane in his hands. She thought about what Henry told her and tried to reconcile that with the man in her car, the one that insisted he come along as a sign of moral support as she confessed to the FBI. He had waited in the lobby at Hoover, but couldn't do the same when they quickly changed focus back to Wilcox. Auggie had kissed her silly before she got out of the car both times. She still tasted him on her lips, even with the bile rising in her stomach.
"Okay." She said under her breath. Then she opened the car door and walked into her third confrontation in the past hour.
Auggie turned toward her at the sound of the door opening. His eyes were wide, his left hand braced on the middle console. He said nothing.
She said nothing.
She put the key in the ignition and pulled out of the parking space. After stopping at the second light, Auggie broke the silence.
"Annie, what happened?"
"I don't know." She said each word curtly.
He gripped his cane tightly and began to tap his knee, but didn't push more. He felt the car take a few turns slightly too fast. Annie was breathing with unnatural regularity.
Finally, she pulled the car to an abrupt stop. "We are aKalorama Park. Let's take a walk."
It was halfway between his apartment and the new apartment for which she had the keys, but hadn't yet visited. She wanted him to know the location, just in case he didn't come back to the car with her, or in case she couldn't stand to look at him after this talk.
Auggie obediently opened the car door, unfurled his cane, and waited for Annie to come around so he could take her arm.
"What's up?" He asked gently.
Annie brushed his arm and walked forward. "When, exactly, did you last talk to Helen?"
Auggie stopped. His face contorted in confusion. "What does this have to do with Henry?"
"Please," she said softly. He thought her voice was on the verge of tears.
"Just before she died." He said softly.
Annie stared at his face. There was no sign that he was holding anything back.
She stood in front of him and placed her hands on the side of his face, staring into his eyes. "No more secrets? You have absolutely told me everything about her?"
"Yes." He said, without hesitation.
Annie dropped her hands from his face and took a step back.
"Annie. Tell me what Henry did." He pleaded, gripping his cane in front of his body.
"He said she's still alive."
If Annie had any doubt as to Auggie's honesty, they disappeared with the color on his face. He practically snarled. "That's not true."
"He assumed you knew." Annie said softly. She stepped back toward him and put her hands on his arms.
"I saw it, Annie. I saw her get gunned down."
"I know." She replied, gently rubbing his arms. Every muscle in his body was tense.
Auggie pulled away, angry. He swung his cane wide and walked away from her until it hit a metal trash can. He took a step closer, then swung his cane hard and furious into the solid object. The pieces held together after the first hit, but metal splinters flew through the air after the second. Feeling the object go limp, Auggie threw it away from the sound of traffic into the grass.
"He's just trying to fuck with us. Annie!" He shouted.
"Everything he has said has been right so far." She replied, hoping that calmness and reason would help.
"Everything he has said has caused nothing but more trouble. All he cares about is making sure we are miserable. We can't let him have that." He clinched his hands in fists at his side, opening and closing them as he faced Annie.
"We won't let him have that." She said calmly.
Auggie swallowed, already regretting the independence lost by taking his emotions out on the trash can. He took three deep breaths before speaking. "I have to talk to Arthur."
The words came out eerily calm, sending shivers down Annie's spine as she stepped forward and touched his arm.
"Should we stop at your apartment for another cane?" She asked.
He moved his hands to behind her head. "Not if you promise to stay with me."
They touched their foreheads together, and he could feel her nod. "Yeah, I promise."