"Okay, so you think I'm bonkers, right?" Wynonna asked, "Seeing mental shit like Revenants appearing and disappearing."

"But as far as we know they don't have that power." Sam said, trying to keep her calm, but secretly worried as well. He had found nothing in his research that said anything about Revenants teleporting or anything similar to it, and if they could...they could be in trouble. Big trouble.

"No." Wynonna agreed, "So what? We're dealing with the David Blaine of Revenants?"

"Well, we better not cause that just be a game changer." Sam said, "Maybe it could be some sort of ghost. I've had them travel through mirrors before."

"What, like Bloody Mary?" Wynonna responded.

"Yeah," Sam replied, "Exactly like that actually." Just then his phone rang and he looked down at the message. "A neighbor saw a car leave Megan's home around the time she was killed. Officer Haught ran the plates and got us a name. Samantha Baker." Then he walked back to the car.

Wynonna did, but put a figure to her head and imitated a gun going off. "Samantha, 'Perky Titts' Baker." She said, opening the door, "Another one of the Britneys that froze me out."

"Let me guess, you two were real close?" Sam asked sarcastically.

"Like this." Wynonna said, intertwining two fingers, thought the sour look on her face said otherwise.

"I've barely spoken to Megan since high school, and out of the blue she calls me, says I have to come over right away." Samantha explained as the three stood in her place of business, "She's freaking out, saying she needs to confess."

"Confess for what?" Wynonna asked.

Samantha paused, giving her an odd look. "Sorry, I'm still trying to wrap my head around why anyone would give Wynonna Earp a badge."

Wynonna was about to comment when Sam spoke up, "Ms. Baker I would appreciate it if you would show my deputy some respect."

Samantha looked briefly taken aback before saying, "Sorry."

"What did she need to confess?" Sam carried on.

Samantha just stared at Sam a minute, as if she wanted to know why she had to answer that, but Sam stared her down.

"OK." Samantha began, "On the last day of school in 11th grade, there was a big bash. You were, there right? Getting destroyed as usual."

Wynonna rolled her eyes.

"Go on." Sam said neutrally, as he didn't like all the unessacary jabs at Wynonna.

"I remember walking home, seeing the red lights spinning." Samantha's voice caught as she continued, "The officer talking to my mom. My dad was killed in a hit-and-run."

That caught Sam by surprise and his look softened.

"I Remember." Wynonna said, "Last I heard they didn't find the person responsible, right?"

"That's what Megan wanted to confess to me." Samantha replied, the contempt growing in her voice with every sentence, "It was her. She was the one. She begged me to forgive her, like her life depended on it."

"So, did you?" Sam asked.

Samantha looked at Sam like she was an idiot for even asking the question. "She killed my dad. And some people you can't forgive..." For some reason, she shot a pointed look at Wynonna, "No matter how hard they try." Then she walked off.

"What was that about?" Sam thought.

Meanwhile, Doc walked into the bar. Seeing him, Waverly decided to distance herself from the immortal gunslinger.

"Well, hello, litter sister-" Doc began, only for Waverly to walk right past him.

Undeterred, he turned to Gus who was also working at the bar, seeing as they were short-staffed. "I'm gonna need a bottle of whiskey, a glass, and some of those ice squares." Doc ordered, "I am gasping."

"Management reserves the right to refuse service to jack assess." Gus informed him, as she knew what had happened between her and Waverly, "I'm management and you're the jackass." Then she walked off as well.

Then Doc turned to a balding man at the table next to him, his hand on a whiskey glass.

Grabbing a glass, he walked around the man, patting him on the shoulder. "Friend, you seem to be at the intersection of misery and despair." He observed before helping himself to the man's whiskey.

"Done some things." The man replied soberly, "Bad things over and over. Wife can't forgive me. I deserve what's coming, but it's gonna hurt." The man took a gulp of whiskey.

"Yeah," Doc began, pouring the man some more whiskey, "We have all made mistakes, friend. I spent many a night wherein I ruminated on errors I've made. But then it strikes me, it was the wrongs done to me that put me down the well of tribulations." His voice got more intense as he continued, "So I set myself upon a mission of vengeance." Then he put a firm hand on the man's shoulder, "And let me tell you, friend, it shall be biblical."

The man drank the glass dry then slowly stood up, heading for the bathroom.

"I reckon I've said too much." Doc said.

In the men's room, the man splashed water on his face. Then he heard the harsh voice tease, "Tick-tock, tick-tock." He looked around franticly for the source of the voice as it continued, "Forgiven? Or not?"

He looked to the urinals, then to the mirror then back to the urinals again. Finally, he ran into a bathroom stall made of dark wood. There was the sound of footsteps then he saw a pair of dark leather shoes walk back and forth in front of the stall. As the owner of the feet started to whistle a little tune the nails on the lock of the door unscrewed one by one.

The door fell down, revealing the man's executioner.

"No." The man gasped in horror, "No. No! No! No!"

Meanwhile Wynonna trusted out of the door, saying, "This is why I never wanted to come back here!"

"You wanna tell me what happened?" Sam said, exiting and walking by her side.

Turns out she did. "OK, I was 16 and fresh out of my 8th foster home, and even for Purgatory High Megan was...Ugh!" She began, "You know, her dad owned the local slaughterhouse, and she used to fill my locker with entrails. Every Friday. Because my clothes were wrong. Because I've been in juvie. Because I was the crazy girl who killed her own father."

"Where are you going with this?" Sam asked, "That if she hadn't killed someone it would've been you she was begging for forgiveness?"

"Not exactly," Wynonna replied, "Uh, that bash Samantha talked about..."

"Mm-hmm." Sam confirmed.

"Yeah, I was there." Wynonna continued, "But I wasn't getting wasted, I was hooking up with Megan's boyfriend, Brad."

Sam looked down, seeing where this was going.

"Didn't even like him." Wynonna admitted, "Really. I just wanted to hurt Megan the best way I knew how. And so, she found me on top of him and..." Her voice trailed off, but then she got her bearings back again, "Payback's a bitch. She lost it. Bawled her eyes out, total mess. Grabbed Brad's car keys and peeled out. Problem is..." Wynonna cleared her throat, but her voice was still weepy as she continued, "Megan couldn't drive. And I never thought about how she got home that night, and now I find out.' She turned around. She couldn't bring herself to face Sam. Couldn't bring herself to face anyone.

"Wynonna..." Sam began, maybe a little firmer than he meant.

"No, stop." Wynonna pleaded, "I have heard that tone my whole life."

"Actually, I was going to say you were only 16." Sam replied.

Wynonna turned around.

"We all make mistakes." Sam finished.

A voice behind him said, "You know something about that, wouldn't you?"

Meanwhile Doc entered the bathroom to fetch his drinking companion. "Pardner, they're looking for you to settle up the tab."

It was then he was the man on the blood-covered floor, his throat cut.

Pulling out a knife of his own, Doc walked into the bathroom and saw the words Repent Sinners written in blood on the mirror.

"Tick-tock." A harsh voice said and for a second he saw a white-coated figure in the mirror.

"What the shit?" Doc gasped, turning around.

It was at that point Waverly walked and saw the scene, staring in shock.

"Waverly, I can explain."