Jamie pads to the door with a yawn, scratching her head and wondering who the heck would be knocking at this time of night. Leslie rarely had a 'crisis' situation and if he had time to knock at the door he had time to call and tell them he was out there.

She blinks several times as she looks out the peephole.

"Taylor?"

The blonde shifts awkwardly from foot to foot, her voice hoarse as if she's been crying for hours.

"Can I come in?" she rasps, "Please?"

"Of course, honey, I'll put on a cuppa."

Taylor's arms are wrapped tightly around herself and she follows behind Jamie in silence, taking a seat and not speaking except to mutter something about two sugars no cream. Jamie complies, sitting across from her with her own cup, taking a few healthy pulls from it to wake herself up.

"What-" Taylor takes a sip, "I don't know how things could work. With you and Eugene. How can it work?"

"You mean with what he did?"

"Yes," and Taylor does want to know. Because Todd is dead, Doug might as well be and she went to the funeral of all those kids Leslie killed. She went to the podium and promised their deaths would not be in vain, that they'd catch the very same monster she'd let kiss her tonight.

Jamie tilts her head, holding out a hand and smiling when Taylor places her own inside it. She squeezes hard and lets go

"It's not supposed to work. Eugene, he killed my cousin while looking dead at me and I will never stop having nightmares of that. But honey you got to realize that the only person who can love someone like Leslie or Eugene is one of us. A survivor girl. Someone who uses their evil against them and comes out good because of it. Do you understand?"

Taylor looks into her cup, "No."

The coffee has turned lukewarm when Jamie speaks again, "You're in love with him." It's not a question so Taylor doesn't answer, just taps her fingers on the mug.

"I am so proud of you Tay." he whispers

"Go to hell."

She fires the gun into the wall beside his head and runs out, leaving him surprised for the first time in his life.

"Stay here tonight."

"I can't." She pushes the coffee away, "I need to get back to the city."

"You're not fit for driving and the guest room is already made up."

"Really I can't."

"It's just up these stairs."

Taylor sighs and follows after her and Jamie has the good sense to slip a sleeping pill into the glass of water she brings up along with a fresh blanket. When she checks in the younger woman is asleep, curled up in the middle of the bed with the lights on and the butt of a knife sticking out from beneath her pillow. Jamie leans against the frame of the door with arms crossed.

"Leave her be tonight, Leslie."

He surfaces from the solitary shadow in the room, "She could have killed me."

"But she didn't. I think that's earned a night's rest."

3.

Leslie isn't really the religious type, he believes in the balance of good and evil, bows his head when Eugene says grace but that's different. He watches Taylor hug Jamie, nod to what Eugene says to her then hugs him too. The older man jerks his head towards the barn where Leslie is, speaks without moving his lips.

Leslie isn't religious but he knows where the rules come from. The woman who was warned not to look back and did so was turned into a pillar of salt. Never look back or pay for it because it's your own undoing. Just when he thinks she won't, Taylor pivots around to look him square in the eye and it's done. She's fallen and all that's left is for him to claim her.

She turns back around for one last goodbye and heads to her car, unsurprised when she finds him in the passenger's seat. She grips the wheel, guiding the car back onto the main road.

"I'll never forgive you."

"I wouldn't love you if you did."

Which is when he realizes that the business with Taylor never did end and Leslie always finishes what he starts.