A cold night. A house on the hill. A long walk through a town that was once all he knew. Memories of all those boyhood rites of spring. Beneath the shadow of the house, the same one he once called home, Cloud wonders if he'll ever find that feeling again. Or if he's doomed to forever long for the comfort of a home that's no longer his to remember.

There's a name for every emotion. For every kiss with a spell. And Leon and Claire are learning that sometimes love comes with a shove.

Neither of them considers themselves to be the jealous type. Cloud wishes he could a little closer. Tifa wishes she could close some of the gaps that stretch between them. Together, they move the needle forward and take a step in the right direction.

Something has changed – shifted – in the space they kept between themselves. They're standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out into the big neon unknown. She can see it. She knows he can too. It's in the way he lingers. The way his fingers fidget near hers. So she says four little words, because it seems right. "So here we are."

How Barry comes to stay with Caitlin and her family for a week on an Island.

If Misery loves company, then Happiness is just late to the party. Or how Steve helped Wanda remember that she isn't alone.