Nathan knew what he did wrong. It wasn't a question of that. He just wanted Audrey back. Maybe the way he just treated Lyssa was not okay, but if it would get Audrey back he didn't care. But now Duke, Audrey, and Lucy are all gone and he's not sure what to do.

Except... He could go find her again and somehow convince her to go into the barn, but she had looked mad at him, and he didn't want to mess with her. He reminded himself that Audrey and Duke needed his help and set off after her.

She was on foot, so she couldn't have gotten far. His keen eyes noticed a faint trail of footprints, and he followed after it. The sun had already set, and the trail was only getting more difficult to see, so he followed it quickly.

She wasn't very hard to find, but the coldness of her gaze when he did find her made him want to turn back.

"What?" she asks. The single word sounds like an accusation to his ears.

"Um..." He wasn't sure how to respond, and judging by the look on her face, she wasn't about to take pity on him.

"You want Audrey to replace me," she stated. It was obvious she was trying to do it calmly but failing miserably. Her voice cracked, and she looked cold just sitting there. He didn't know where she was from this time, but he would bet it wasn't nearly as far north as Maine. His instinct was to put his jacket around her and comfort her, but the way she shied away from even his gaze convinced him not to follow it.

"No," he lied. Or maybe it wasn't a lie; he wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. It was all so confusing, and when she looked up at him, her confusion mirrored his.

"Then why would you say that?" she asked. This time it was a genuine question, not an accusation, not anything else.

"I don't know," he said. He felt stupid, like he couldn't answer the simplest of her questions. This shouldn't be the hard part.

"Why?" she asked again, and this time her voice sounded more accusatory. He didn't want to make her mad.

"I don't know anymore! I don't want you to die or go to that place, but I don't want her to either. Besides, that's not why I came here."

"Why did you come here, then?" she asked, her words sounding harder and colder by the minute.

"To get Duke and James back."

She looked confused. "How am I supposed to do that?"

"Lucy said if you call the barn, you can go in and get their bodies. Then they can stay here permanently."

"How do I know if I want them to stay here?"

"Please," he said.

"What, am I supposed to do it just 'cause you want me to?" she asked and drew herself up to her full height. He could tell she didn't like that idea.

"No," he responded quickly, "because Duke and James want you to. You would've done it in a heartbeat before." He didn't have to say what it was before. She already knew.

"Fine," she said, but she was glowering. She walked over and took the passenger seat in his truck without another word.

Lyssa wasn't sure whether to hate him or not. One part of her told her to hate him because he would play God, pick someone else's life over hers, but she didn't want to. But he didn't deserve for her to forgive him yet, so she would drag it out.

"You can call the barn from anywhere you want, but I guess if you want to drive somewhere else we can," Nathan said. She climbed out of the car immediately, glad they wouldn't have to have the awkward silence of being together in a car and not saying anything.

"Oh. Okay," she replied. She hated how her voice cracked when she got nervous, and she especially hated how he made her nervous. "What do I do?"

"I don't know. Howard said that when you're ready the barn will come, so maybe you just have to, uh, get ready." She resisted the urge to laugh at his suggestion.

She stood there for a moment, then yelled out into the night, "I'm ready for you, universe, if you want to go sending me some cosmic barn thing!" Nathan gave her an odd look, but it also seemed like he was suppressing a smile. "It didn't work," she whispered into his ear, her anger evaporated because of this situation, which suddenly seemed so funny.

"It will," he said, not bothering to hide his smile now. She liked to see him like this; a smile was a rare thing to see on the usually impassive face of Nathan Wuornos. She turned away to face him for just a second and was shocked when she noticed the barn on what was now the side of her vision.

"Oh my god," she muttered, "it actually worked." She walked up to it and felt the rough wood. "So, um, their bodies are in here?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Fine, I guess it's time to go drag some bodies out of a barn," she said and turned away, about to go in.

"I'll help," he offered.

"Great! Let's get going."

"Yeah, we'd better finish before sun-up, otherwise the cops might see us," he deadpanned, and a hint of a smile crossed her features.

Duke groaned and put his hand to his head. Connor had one hell of an arm. He wanted an aspirin, but he knew they would be hard to come by. It would mean getting up.

Audrey was already up and, though she didn't look unharmed, the hit hardly seemed to bruise.

She looked at him. "Come on, Duke, get up."

"Now, why would I want to do that?"

"You'll live. Get up," she commanded.

"Fine," he said, and he shoved himself to his feet. "Why? There's nothing to see here."

"Usually isn't. We need to get back to the real world." At his look, she added, "I don't care what Connor says. What can he really do to us?"

"You mean besides the killer migraines?"

"Yes. What can he really do to us?"

"Not sure, but I'm sure he'll be very imaginative about it."

"We need to get out of here. Alright, he said this is his world, right?" She didn't look at him for confirmation, but he nodded anyway. "We can't kill him here. We need to get him out of here. How do we coax him into the real world?"

"Well, we already tried just going there," he said.

She nodded distractedly, then lit up. "I think I might have an idea."