"Nothing but you and me and the stars."

It rings in her head, over and over again.


Just when they finish placing the cast on Jennifers arm, Mara wakes up.

Everyone edges the cage carefully, silently hoping one of her other personas has slipped in.

She moans, and then they notice Mara has been replaced by someone else.

Her red hair is messy and her blue eyes are confused.

She looks around at the people outside and they stand still to fixate on Nathan.

"Sarah."

They listen as her breath evens out.

Nathan comes forward and rattles the bars.

"It's Sarah, she's safe. Let her out."

Dwight appears to ponder the notion for a few second but ultimately refuses.

"Might be a trap, Nate."

"Hung...so hungry."

Her voice is weak, and shuddering with cold.

"Hungry."


In the white room, the atmosphere has shifted.

It's cold and Audrey can see her breath as she slowly inhales and exhales.

Mara is pacing, clearly not pleased with the situation.

Earlier, when lights danced on the wall Sarah all of the sudden leapt forward and disappeared into thin air.

"Where'd she go?"

The faint apparition she knows is Lydia, or maybe Diana as they're pretty much identical, spreads her skirts on the floor and looks at her like she's an insolent child.

"She took a chance."

"There can only be one present at the same time, so she blindsided Mara by jumping."

"And Mara...?"

"Somewhere around. Probably not to pleased with herself. Ourselves."

Lucy Ripley smirks at her own joke.

"Nothing for you to worry about yet."


They're still staring at this new apparition when the cellar doors open and Vince comes bounding down the steps.

"Where is she?"

He stops cold when he sees her.

"You're not..."

Sarah carefully approaches the bars and gazes at him.

"Yes, I am."

In the back of the room, Jennifer sucks in a breath.

Nathan turns to stare at her. That sound. Somehow familiar.

"Hi, Vince."

He turns around and glares at Dwight and his friend.

"How could you keep her locked up like that? She's not an animal, surely?"

No one dares to answer him truthfully.


Sarah Vernon is cold.

Cold and sticky and gross.

And hungry.

Her hand automatically feels around for her child, even though he hasn't been in there in a long time.

But Nathan is here.

And Vince. An older, angry Vince.

She never thought she'd ever share the same space with them ever again.


Outside, the sun is setting and everyone is still pondering whether or not to risk opening the cage.

Nathan has offered to keep watch while the others go out to eat.

He still can't believe she's really here.

There's a man with a gun waiting by the cellar door so he knows not to try anything.

"Nathan?"

She's huddled in the corner, softly rocking herself.

"Yes?"

"Food, please?"

He offers her a Baby Ruth and a bottle of water, and watches as she scarfs them both down.

Later they sit with their backs to each other, the metal of the cage dividing them.

"He looked so much like you. Our son."

She breathes in as she calls back the memories of that day.

The pain, the little angry cries, how she counted all his fingers and all his toes.

How she held him all night because she couldn't stop looking at him.

"Forgive me?"

Nathan looks over his shoulder and asks her why.

"For giving him up?"

He shakes his head and touches her messy red curls.

"You weren't at fault. If you knew the man he'd become, you'd be so proud."

Before they can continue, they're interrupted by footsteps and voices.


The temperature in the white room is changing.

She knows because Diana or Lydia is waving her fan furiously.

"Is James here?"

Lucy Ripley looks down at her, not really sure what to answer.

"Sometimes. He comes and goes."

"Sarah thinks he's lost, that he's someone one of us used to know but whose name is forgotten"

"So she doesn't know...?"

"No, not yet."


Jennifer takes over the watch from Nathan as they force him to eat a decent meal upstairs.

He looks over his shoulder at the pale imprisoned woman.

When they're alone she eyes Jennifer curiously.

"A strange sensation, no, this life inside of you?"

Jennifer automatically reaches for her stomach and the stun gun on the table.

"The first three months are the toughest because your body is settling. Three to six are strange because you can tell it's really there. Six to nine are a nightmare if you're pregnant in hot weather."

She laughs, a sweet bubbling laugh.

That suddenly stops when she appears to be listening for something.

"Whatever you do, don't let her near your son."

She holds out her blistered hand and asks Jennifer to pop it for her.

When the needle breaks the black mark a strange fluid comes pouring out.

"Bottle it, keep it out of her sight. If she tries anything, ingest it whichever way you can."

Sarah freezes, and Jennifer backs away as she can see Mara slip back in.

Her eyes are all black, her head bobbing in a strange way.

"Baby. Baby mine."

It's an eerie sing songy tone that makes Jennifer shudder with fear.

She stumbles backwards and falls hard on the concrete floor and her cast.

"The world don't need another Crocker boy, too many already."

She flees upstairs to warn the others but the door at the top is jammed shut.

While she rattles the lock, there's a strange cramping deep down.

"Jacob Nathaniel Crocker, but you'll call him John."

"No, you can't have him."

The voice is not her own, it's strong and resounds throughout the small enclosed space."

"Oh, yes, I will, Jenniebean. Yes, I will.