Bo is looking in shock. "Kenzi what the hell just happened? And just what the hell has been going on here?"
"Don't look at me, I don't know shit about that," she shrugs. "Yalls the ones that be Fae. Be that as it may, my not intuition would be Captain Douchebag. He had us all about four seconds to flame broil. And shit it's probably a good thing that she did leave, not like that, but you know what I mean," adds Kenzi.
Bo's eyes return to brown. "Are you saying that her powers are unstable?"
"Um let me think, how should I know? She hasn't done well anything like this until today," says Kenzi. "And I'm not saying that she is unstable because if that was the case, we would be looking like them plants. Alls I'm saying is that I'm not going to keep being Captain Save-a-Hoe, especially for someone who keeps messing with a beehive and wonder how they got stung. And if I were her, I would have been pissed. I mean look at all the kid did today. And even though I ate half of my food, it doesn't taste the same anymore. Not that any of you care."
"Kenzi I do care. I'm still adjusting, more like processing, but I do care," says Bo, sincerely.
"You my dawg and all, but," she says, shaking her head. "I mean c'mon Bo."
"Kenzi put yourself in my shoes, I'm trying, seriously. I haven't even been here 24 hours yet. It's…difficult. And it's just uber complicated. I mean this shituation, is like cringey, with a garnish of gag, a side of vomit, and a plate of my guts. I mean last night she was a goober, and today a teeny bopper, what's tomorrow ancient, and the next decrepit. I'm not trying to be funny, or rude or anything. It's messed up Kenz, and I, I just don't know how else to explain it for me. I can't explain any of this at all."
"My POV from a guardian standpoint. Let me just break it down like this, oh my gosh…I wonder where all the inspiration to do all of this came from," she says, looking at Bo. "And oh my gosh what an asshole, I wonder who started the fire, but I'm the one who had to put it out. Luckily it wasn't a real fire," she says, peering at Dyson. "But what do I know right," says Kenzi as she cleans the mess from the floor. Finished. "And I'm taking my medicine with me because at least I appreciate the thought and effort behind it," she says as she tries to grab the wine bottle but hurriedly removes her hand. "Holy shit that's hot. Forget it, by the time I'm done with my shower it should be room temperature and jack ass in a box should be done telling his side of the story, like that shit couldn't wait til later. Yall done hurt my KT's feelings. And if you want to know how stable she is, touch that damn bottle, because I'd say pretty stable." She shakes her head and exits.
Bo sighs a heavy sigh. "I have a POV too, but she's right. I did set the tone for today. Now I feel like crap. But that's on me. But you, you were unreal. I thought you promised to stop doing stuff like that? It's like I've been gone for ten seconds, and nothing has changed. And speaking to Kenzi like that, like have you lost your mind, that's my heart. She's an adult, and you were out of place for that. I'll always have her back. And before you say something else, you knew exactly what you were doing, and it wasn't nice Dyson. You were doing a hundred in a school zone."
"She's just a kid, and it's not like she's going to remember any of this? Plus it's not like she can do anything for you anyway."
"This is the present, I don't know what makes you think she won't remember, that's not even close to an excuse. And wait, you said what now? Because nobody's even thinking like that and you should know better than that," she says, rolling her eyes at him. Bo shakes her head. "You know what? If that's your reasoning for being such a jerk then you are sadly mistaken because you lost that race a long time ago."
"Hold on, I'm talking about the memories, not curbing your hunger."
"Somehow I beg to differ," she replies, with a raised eyebrow. "And I don't care that she's still growing, it's disrespectful. And I'm trying not to get pissed off as I think about it. But Dyson that's Tamsin, okay. It's weird, and confusing, and so not what I expected, but that's my deal. And my heart hasn't changed. I mean even though the circumstances are so backwards and messed up, it's not a concern for you to have, that's on me. She might be vulnerable right now, but I'm not Dyson, far from it. So you need to take it easy."
"Okay, so you're going to wait on her to regain her memories, and grow up? What if she doesn't remember you at all like the last time, then what are you going to do?"
"First, to be clear, I'm not or will ever be a member of the Epstein club. So let's just get that straight right now. And second, I admit that we apparently have had complications with our history, but I'm not oblivious. And even if she doesn't remember, I do. And I'll cross that road when I get there, and it's not your problem anyway. So, I don't want to talk about this anymore Dyson, seriously. And like I said before, just don't disrespect her again."
"Okay Bo, I will try to do my best."
"I didn't ask for your best, I'm pretty sure I said don't," says Bo as a matter of fact, facial expression included.
Dyson sighs. "You're right, I'm sorry. I don't want to be back in the place when I almost lost you. Okay let's start over. Really this time."
Bo doesn't believe him. "Whatever Dyson, how about you just start from the top with you and Tamsin, going off a cliff," she says, arms folded.
Dyson tells her that it was true, but the reason he made it out was because he shifted. But he did go to that spot the same time every day in search for Tamsin, and even though they had Recuerdo Coils in their eyes, he felt that she might have known something, especially when their memories resurfaced by using the Recuerdo Compass. He doesn't quote-unquote lie to Bo, just omits the facts about Aife, saying that Kenzi drinks a lot, which Bo doesn't seem like she believes him, but lets him continue. He talks about Tamsin being with them all along, and they didn't know it, and didn't tell anyone, just saying that they found her at the crash site, which makes Bo frown, still in disbelief. And how they used the compass to figure out where Bo was, and all the things they went through to get her back.
Bo is looking like this still doesn't make any sense. "Okay so my mother is dead like I thought, but why would Kenzi make that up, she wouldn't lie to me?" she says. Dyson just silently folds his arms. "Besides the fact that Tamsin was the last person to see me, being that we all have our versions, why would she drive off of a cliff? You make it seem as if she were trying to kill you or something. I asked her to pick you up, and to meet me at The Dal. I'm not trying to sound mean, but I would like to think that if she were going over a cliff, it had nothing to do with trying to kill you." Dyson doesn't say anything. "And what about the train I was supposedly on?"
"What train?" asks Dyson, really wanting to know.
Bo gives him an odd look. "You know, the Death Train?"
"Bo, actually I don't know what you're talking about?" he says, earnestly.
Kenzi makes her way downstairs after having showered and dressed. "Yall still ain't finished yet," she says, going over to the kitchen.
"Apparently Dyson here doesn't know anything about a Death Train now," says Bo, shrugging a WTF shrug.
Kenzi shakes her head while she opens up the bottle of Chardonnay, pouring her a glass. "Dude are you serious? You ever heard of the saying about lying, oh what a terrible web we weave when first we practice to deceive? Sorry, shit like that just comes out of my mouth when you're dealing with kids. By the way, where's KT?"
"She hasn't come back yet? Not that I blame her. You think she ran away?" asks Bo, with a look of concern. "Do you have a way of contacting her?"
"Now that I think about it, I don't, probably should do that. The little genius probably already has a phone."
"Kenzi, how is this helping? If anything, it's making me worry more," says Bo.
"Bo that is Tamsin. I highly doubt that she would run away. She like seems to need you to validate everything, or have you even noticed," says Kenzi, drinking. "Not that I'm hating. I knew this day would come."
"Kenzi, what are you talking about?" asks Bo, really frowning.
"Oh nothing. And this is my first time experiencing the teenaged Tamsin too, she's just probably doing that whole rebellious teen bit."
"Can we focus ladies?" says Dyson, breaking the conversation.
"Damn can people be concerned?" says Kenzi, rolling her eyes.
"I agree with Kenzi," Bo says, giving Dyson a look.
"I wasn't being malicious Bo," he says. "Just concerned about our recollections."
"But not KT? Got it. You know I just had to check," says Kenzi.
"I know right." Bo looks over to Kenzi. "But if we must get back on hand because I don't want to get upset, can someone please tell me the truth because Dyson's story is sounding even more chopped and screwed."
"I bet. And I did. And what are you talking about you don't know anything about a Death Train, you and Mental was on it. KT picked up the card that Bo was on, and it caught on fire, numbers revealed, location, bus times. Transgingivitis. The bitch was in our house last night trying to kidnap Bo for crying out loud. And you saying you don't remember that shit?" says Kenzi. She takes a sip of wine.
"I'm serious, I don't remember ever being on a train," says Dyson, with honesty.
"You don't remember walking on the damn tracks? We stayed up all night waiting on you. And you're trying to tell me that there was no damn train?! Yall be on some bullshit, for reals," says Kenzi, drinking more.
"I think he's telling the truth," says Bo, looking in a rather peculiar manner.
"And I think he's full of you know what," says Kenzi, over it.
"I'm not lying Kenzi," says Dyson. "I really don't know anything about being on a train."
"Well I don't remember anything about being on a train either," says Bo. "But I was told that I was, now I'm confused. Not to mention the attempted kidnapping. This is too much."
"They said it was a Death train that I now will be renaming Crazy train, because it seems like yall both lost yall shits," says Kenzi. "I'm drinking, I don't have time for…wait what were we just talking about again? This is kinda strong," she says, referring to the wine.
"The Dal, black smoke, and none of this still doesn't explain how I got here," says Bo.
"Maybe Tamsin can answer that question one day. She was the one that discovered you here, and…never mind," says Kenzi, about to tell Bo that she believes that Tamsin healed her too.
"Never mind? What do you mean? I want answers. I need them," says Bo.
"Look, just do what I do," she says, handing Bo a glass of wine. "Have a drink because all this memory gone, wiped, and growing is getting to be annoying as hell." She takes a swig. "Face it, we're all fucked up in some way or another, but we do know that whoever The Wanderer is gots to be behind all this shit. I mean you were on the damn card, and this wine is still hot, but it's working. You know, now that I think about it, that Tamsin did have some expensive tastes."
Dyson's mind is somewhere else. "Hey, you look worse than I do," says Bo. She sits the glass of wine down.
"D-man, you alright?" asks Kenzi.
Dyson shakes his head. "Why does everything seem to begin and end with Tamsin?"
"Just when I was about to offer you a damn drink," says Kenzi. "And dude what the fuck? And I don't want to hear shit about mating for life."
Bo doesn't say anything. She knows that Tamsin was trying to deliver her to someone, but she changed her mind. And she doesn't want to bring it up because there's too much animosity in the air already, not to mention confusion. It would seem everyone is withholding something from everyone else at this point.
Meanwhile at Ronny's Restaurant. Lauren comes into work after having a pleasant nightcap. The phone is ringing and Ronny tells her to pick it up, thinking it's someone playing tricks on them since they keep asking for a Karen and a cash reward for any information on her whereabouts. Lauren's whole demeanor changes and she walks away from the phone as it keeps ringing, telling Ronny that she has to use the restroom.
Back at the Crack Shack. Kenzi has since left, giving them no indication of where she was going. Dyson finally finishes his story leaving off with The Una Mens. Bo is looking exhausted. "Well, that's just great. You know usually when people get up the next day, you would think it would be just a typical day, not an old council wanting me dead, like take a number already, but hey it would be unoriginal if somebody didn't want that. Kenzi's right. I do need to drink."
"I'm serious Bo. They are an ancient order. When they arrive, they do not leave until everything is back as it should be, any means necessary."
"So now I'm on house arrest," she says, throwing her arms in the air pouty like. "This day just keeps getting better and better."
"It's for your own good."
"I'm not afraid of them Dyson. I don't care about them being near omnipotent or omni-po-tent. If they want me dead, they can try like everyone else."
Dyson shakes his head. "Trick would be here telling you the same thing."
"But he's not, is he?"
"That's why I'm here. He's working on something to help. In the meantime, keep your guard up and your head low."
"Is there anything else? I mean that you want to tell me that's not more confusing by the way," she says.
"I missed you," says Dyson, with a smile.
Bo's looking like didn't I just say not confusing with a pinch of cringe. "Well that's apparent," she says, then she softens up. "I missed you too, all of you. Just wish I wasn't missing my memories." She sighs. "Somehow I will figure out what happened to them and me. But today, I think I'm going to drink," says Bo as she goes over to the kitchen cabinet and grabs a bottle of brown liquor. "Shots?"
"Sure," says Dyson. Bo hands him a shot glass. "What about you?"
"I'm using the bottle."
At Crystal's Apartment. There's major beating on her door, she opens it, looking as if she has just taken a shower and it's a panicked Lauren, hurriedly closing the door. Crystal wants to know what's wrong with her as she watches Lauren peeping out of the window. Lauren still in a frenzy tells her that the people that she was hiding from have found her, and pleads for Crystal to promise that if someone ever asks about her that she never met her. Crystal does so, but she wants to help Lauren. Lauren doesn't want to make anything more complicated and respectfully declines her assistance, telling her that it's something that she has to do on her own. Crystal nods in understanding, then out of nowhere she kisses Lauren, telling her after that it's for luck. Lauren's expression is one of I'm really going to need it. She then asks her if there was another exit to Crystal's apartment, to which Crystal shows her.
Back at the Crack Shack. Bo and Dyson are reminiscing, Bo a bit buzzed while Dyson has been watching his intake. "Yeah we have been through a lot together, I'll give you that," she says, in a cheery mood.
"Bo," says Dyson. His smile fades and is replaced with a serious face. "You know I would do anything for you," he says.
"Yes Dyson, I know. You don't have to keep telling me that. I think I got it by now. And it's not like a big giant cloud of black smoke is going to appear. Well at least I hope not," she says, with a frown, taking a sip.
"So what are you going to do now?" he asks, seemingly in a different conversation than Bo.
"What am I gonna do now?" Bo shrugs. She thinks a bit and then. "I don't know. Kinda been drinking. Haven't really gotten that far ahead in life yet," says Bo, she takes another sip of her drink. "Are you talking about the bastard that kidnapped me? Or the Una Mens trying to take me out?"
"No Bo, I'm talking about feeding, how are you going to do that?"
Bo does a 180. "Dyson, like what the hell? And the same way I've always had. What kind of question is that? I know we've been drinking, but I'm not that drunk."
"But off who? Lauren's gone. The Una Mens are looking for you," he says. Bo laughs a not so funny laugh while shaking her head. "What's so funny?" asks Dyson.
"You know, I just didn't think you would keep asking me about that, and in so many different ways. You do realize that I haven't even been here for like a full day. Trust me, I'm not even thinking about a meal. I'm not even hungry."
Dyson with a stern look, "I'm serious."
"Dyson, I believe you okay. Trust me, I know you are. And that's why it's funny to me," says Bo, drinking more, "but you just don't seem to get it."
"I hope you're not thinking of doing something…"
Bo stops him before he completes another sentence. "Okay, this is going left real fast. And here I thought we were having a casual conversation. Apparently, I was wrong." Bo takes a deep breath. Then she shakes her head in disappointment. "Dyson," she says, with a long pause. "Please don't go there…I wouldn't dare dream of doing anything like that," she responds, with emphasis on anything. "So just don't," she says, with an intense frown and matching tone.
"I wasn't saying that."
"Then what are you saying?" she asks, eyebrow raised. "Because it's like this whole conversation is about feeding, and on who, and I'm starting to get pissed off again. And I'm not playing whatever game this is. My life is real, not a game," she says as a matter of factly.
"I was talking about waiting."
Bo smacks her lips together. "That's," says Bo, cutting herself off. She looks ever more irritated with a mixture of grossness. "Dyson, just stop, like for real." She takes a deep breath. "Like what the hell is wrong with you, I mean what are you not understanding?" She sighs in irritation. "I just don't want to talk about that. And I don't want to talk about this anymore. So please, just let it go."
Dyson carries on as if he didn't hear her. "But you will have to feed, and what are you going to do, lie on your death bed waiting for her to mature."
"This has got to be the most annoying and uber cringeworthy conversation that I have ever had in like my entire life," sighs Bo. "You know if wasn't for my memory being somewhat back, I would've just stayed with The Wanderer. Like I'm looking for the black smoke to reappear because you're like wow, I mean, just wow. And like are you drunk because you are like all of five seconds from being told to leave," she replies, wearing a disgusted face.
"Can you blame me for trying to look out for you? I just want you to be healthy that's all," says Dyson.
Bo now fed up as if she just wasn't before. "Dyson, and I say this in the best way that I can respectfully say it in. And I'm really trying to be user-friendly…but to put it bluntly since the power of comprehension must have completely left the room. Please stop with those questions because to be very straightforward, there will be no films in which you'll be featuring in. So just stop. I'm not even trying to be crass. I just want to be clear as in crystal. And I don't want to be rude, but right now, I think it's about that time for you to go."
Dyson gets up with a sigh. "I'm just concerned Bo, that's all. And with that, I will respect your wish and leave. I need to get over to Trick to see what's taking him anyway." He is walking towards the door when he stops himself. "Just do me a favor and stay inside. And Bo, try not to drink too much."
Bo raises her drink. "Bye Dyson."
Meanwhile, somewhere on the interstate, Lauren is hitchhiking for a ride when Crystal drives up, country music and all. Lauren is actually glad to see her as she gets into the vehicle. As Lauren is trying to express her happiness, she is met with an apology from Crystal. Lauren confused, is suddenly attacked by someone from the backseat, who seems to be covering her mouth and nose with a rag soaked in chloroform as to render her unconscious.