Elsewhere in the dreams of Harold and Fran..."Harold... Listen to me. There's gonna be an offer made to you. It'll be a lie." The matron spoke.
Harold woke up in a cold sweat. He looked at Fran, sleeping serenely, at least for now.
She shook and moaned in her sleep.
"Your baby is going to die, Frannie. I guarantee it." Said the thing wearing Harold's face. It held up a coathanger, red with rust and blood.
And... there was someone else in the agent of the White. The light cast out the demon that was Flagg, Faraday, or what ever he was calling himself now. And there was a terrible flash, almost like a nuclear bomb.
Frannie awoke, nauseous. She grabbed a bucket, and hurled into it.
"Are... Are you okay?" Harold asked.
"No, I'm not. I'm fucking pregnant, Harold." The bombshell she thought would have destroyed their ka-tet didn't fall entirely as accurately as she thought it would.
"I don't care. I still love you." Harold stated.
"Don't be so fucking calm about this!" Fran shouted.
"So what? You want me to just... what? What, walk away? I won't. I can't. I won' 's a matter of principle.
"What were you dreaming about, Harold?" She asked.
"I dreamt... I dreamt about losing the last person alive on earth that I care about." He stated.
"Oh, good. That's great. I'm with the.." She cut herself off midsentence. She tried to not reveal the venom in her tongue.
"Frannie... We just have to be friends. We don't have to be anything more." He looked away, again. Fran sighed, and reluctantly reached for his hand.
"It's going to be okay." He looked off into the distance.
"Okay, I lied. It won't be okay, not for a while. But... After we reach the CDC, we're going to find survivors. We're going to find other people." He concluded.
Somewhere between Georgia and Nevada, Stu was in the passenger seat of a Cadillac.
"So... why me?" He asked.
"Why not? You seem like a reasonable guy. Someone I can trust. Someone who can trust me. Fuck it, you want me to level with you? I'm gonna need a lot of guys like you, and you seem like the type of person that's a good judge of character. You'd go mad if you knew how many times I've tried this before." Faraday said.
"What do you mean?" Stu asked.
"I can't answer. Orders of the red man. Not you, of course." The man who's face was known to Stu Redman grinned grotesquely.
":What in the fuck are you talking about?" Stu asked.
"We're headed west, my man, to Vegas. Just a tertiary base. Won't make the same mistakes as last time. Would you believe I spent the last cycle just trying to get here again?" Faraday was basically speaking to himself now.
"You piss off one part of the tower, and you're back to the beginning. But this time, I won't screw it up." Faraday concluded.
Again, elsewhere, Larry was with a group of men he grew to like for the most part.. He was now their leader.
"No rape. That's rule one." He finished bashing his guitar into the skull of a man who had tried to violate a woman and her daughter.
As the guitar broke over the man's skull, Larry chuckled.
"Okay! Anyone got any doubts as to who's in control now? Anyone want to challenge me?!" He asked, sarcastically. A family cowered before him. A woman and her three daughters.
"Listen, man... This is all about the survival of humanity. Sooner we can make babies, we.." John began.
"Shoot that man." Larry demanded.
"Wait! I didn't mean it like that!" John begged.
"Daniel, shoot that man. There won't be a third time" Larry asked again.
. Daniel pulled the trigger, and wept.