It's been a week since the discovery of Jason Blossom's body, but his death was not the first, nor would it be the last casualty that the town of Riverdale would suffer.
The Twilight Drive-In, a piece of town history, was closing for good, just when everyone needed a place to escape to the most.
With Sheriff Keller knocking on every door and neighbor suspecting neighbor, every day that passes, Riverdale was becoming more like Salem during the witch trials.
After learning about Ms. Grundy's car being at the river on July 4, Betty gained a lingering feeling that Grundy had something to do with this.
She wrote in her diary…
Dear Diary,
Sheriff Keller doesn't know that I know that Riverdale High's music teacher, Geraldine Grundy, was at Sweetwater River the morning Jason Blossom went missing.
Who knows what she might've been up to?
One day, Kevin convinced Tom to take him to one of Ms. Grundy's shows. The music she played was beautiful.
When the show was over, Kevin and Tom approached Ms. Grundy.
"I'm usually more of a classic rock kind of guy, but that was beautiful," said Tom.
"Thank you, both of you, for coming," Ms. Grundy thanked.
"I had to beg him to let me come," Kevin admitted. "I'll see you at school."
"You know, I was thinking," said Tom. "If you're alone tonight, maybe we could hang out."
"No, I couldn't impose," Ms. Grundy refused.
"After everything you've done for my son, with his music, it's the least I can do."
At Pop's, Jughead was sitting with Archie, Betty, and Veronica.
"The drive-in closing is just another nail in the coffin that is Riverdale," he ranted. "No, forget Riverdale. It's a nail in the coffin of the American Dream! As the godfather of indie cinema, Quentin Tarantino, likes to say…"
"Please, God," Archie interrupted. "No more Quentin Tarantino references."
"What? I'm pissed, and not just about losing my job. The Twilight Drive-In should mean something to us! We need to save it!"
"In this age of Netflix and VOD, do people really want to watch a movie in a car?" Veronica argued. "I mean, who even goes there?"
"Cinephiles, and car enthusiasts. Right Bets?"
Betty wasn't paying attention until Jughead called her. She was more focused on her worry that Ms. Grundy was the culprit, or more importantly, how that knowledge could affect Kevin.
"Yeah, totally," she said, having no idea what was going on.
"Anyway, it's closing because the town hasn't invested in it," Jughead went on. "So when an anonymous buyer made Mayor McCoy an offer she couldn't refuse…"
"Anonymous buyer?" Veronica asked, dumbfounded. "What do they have to hide? No one cares."
"I do," Jughead replied. "Also, you guys should all come to closing night. I'm thinking, 'American Graffiti', or is that too obvious?"
"I vote for anything starring Audrey Hepburn or Cate Blanchett. Betty, what's your choice?"
Once again, Betty was in the zone until she was asked to speak. Veronica noticed this.
"You okay, B?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm just thinking," Betty lied. "Maybe 'Rebel Without a Cause'?"
Hermione approached their table and handed them their orders.
At another table, Cheryl and a couple of her Vixens were watching Hermione.
"If I had known Mama Lodge was working as a waitress at Pop's, I never would've given Veronica a spot on the Vixens," she remarked. "It's off-brand and sends a false message about acceptance."
"After her TMZ-style takedown of Chuck, all the Vixens kind of like Veronica now," said one of the other girls.
"Do they?"
Hermione was about to take the money Cheryl handed to pay the bill. Cheryl stopped her.
"Make sure to put all that money in the cash register," she requested. "You are a Lodge after all, and Lodges are known to have sticky fingers."
Veronica stood up, obviously wanting to defend Hermione.
"It's okay honey, I got this," Hermione assured before turning to Cheryl. "Cheryl, I went to school with your mother. She didn't know the difference between money and having class either."
Hermione took the money and went back to the counter.
Veronica sat back down with the others when they heard the door open.
Archie looked up to see that Kevin, the sheriff, and Ms. Grundy were coming in.
"Now that's an odd combo," he remarked.
Upon seeing Ms. Grundy, Betty got worried. She turned to Archie.
"Archie, can we talk, privately?" she asked.
"Okay," Archie replied hesitantly.
"Alright. Let's go."
Betty took Archie's hand and led him outside.
Archie and Betty walked a short distance away from the diner entrance.
"Archie," Betty said. "Ms. Grundy was at Sweetwater River on July 4."
"What?" Archie reacted. "I don't recall seeing her there. How do you know about this?"
"Dilton Doiley told me."
The two turned to the window of Pop's. Veronica and Jughead were watching them.
"What's happening out there?" asked Veronica. "Do we know? Is it about me?"
"I have a strong inkling, and no," Jughead replied. "And if I were you, I'd let it go."
"Well, you're you and I'm me. You do your thing, and I'll do mine. I'll be back."
Veronica got up and walked outside.
What was it like before she got here again? Jughead asked himself. I honestly can't remember.
"Wait, are you suggesting Ms. Grundy might be the killer?" Archie asked.
"It's just a hunch," Betty replied. "But if it's true, then that means Kevin's in danger."
"So do we tell Keller or Weatherbee about this?"
"No. You told them you were at Sweetwater alone. If we tell them about Ms. Grundy, they'll figure out your lie and assume you and her were having an illegal affair, or worse case scenario, they'll find a way to trace it back to us."
That's when Veronica came out.
"What you two talking about?" she asked.
"Nothing," Archie and Betty quickly lied.
That's when a car pulled up. The three turned to see it was Alice.
"Betty, get in the car, now," she said.
Betty did as she was told.
"What did I tell you about those two?" Alice asked.
"Can we just go?" Betty sighed.
Alice drove away, leaving Archie and Veronica alone.
Meanwhile, Cheryl and her friends were about to leave the diner.
Cheryl looked to her right and saw Hermione talking with a man in a black leather jacket.
"Turn down the music," she said. "I spy with my little eye, Hermione Lodge, full of secrets. Riddle me this, hair models of the damned, why is Veronica's mother having a clandestine tete-a-tete with a Southside Serpent behind a dumpster at Pop's?"
She took out her phone and snapped a photo.
Riverdale
Chapter 4
The Last Picture Show
The next day at school, Betty was in Ms. Grundy's room, interviewing her.
"Thank you for taking the time, Ms. Grundy," Betty thanked. "Like I said, the Blue and Gold is doing a series of articles spotlighting teachers and you're the first. Uh, you joined the school faculty last year. Where did you move from?"
"Here and there," Ms. Grundy replied. "Mostly on the road."
"But you've taught at other schools, I'm assuming?"
"Yes, of course."
"Can I get their names?"
"Seaside High, Centerville High…"
"Why did you leave?"
"They were temporary placements. Just filling in for maternity, sabbatical, things like that. This is my first permanent position."
"Back to your music. I hear you're working with Kevin Keller on an independent study. Have you ever done that sort of thing before?"
"Yes, last year with Jason Blossom."
Betty almost smiled knowing the evidence was lining up.
"Jason, before…?" she asked for clarity.
"Such a tragedy," Ms. Grundy said. "He was… an inspiration."
"Yeah, I bet he was. Where were you on July 4?"
"Uh, I'm sorry. I should prepare for my next class."
Ms. Grundy got up and walked away.
The interview might've ended sooner than intended, but Betty knew what she needed to know.
Archie and Veronica were in the lounge. They looked at the different flyers Jughead had planted throughout the school.
"Hey, wanna go to the drive-in with me?" Veronica asked.
"I'd love to," Archie replied. "But I'm still grounded."
That's when Cheryl came in.
"Hey, Veronica," she called. "It's so devastating to me that your mother has to go to such unspeakable lows just to keep those knockoff Hermes bags on your arm. What's next? Selling hair extensions?"
"My mom's a waitress, Cheryl, not Fantine," said Veronica. "And your faux concern reeks of ulterior motive. What is it?"
"Only to remind you of your place in this school."
"Threatened, much? Don't worry. You may be a stock character from a '90s teen movie, but I'm not, and what does this have to do with my mom being a waitress?"
"It's just that I saw her talking to a Southside Serpent last night in the back alley at Pop's. They were having an extremely heated, intimate discussion. See for yourself."
She showed Veronica the photo of the night before. Veronica didn't know how to react.
"Who the hell is a Southside Serpent?" she asked.
"This gang of bikers who pretty much stays on the south side of town," Archie explained. "They're drug dealers and petty thieves."
"Then what was my mom doing with one of them?"
When school was over, Veronica headed straight home. She saw Hermione sitting on the couch and stretching her legs.
"Mom," said Veronica. "Cheryl showed me a picture. You were standing behind Pop's with a Southside Serpent. What was that about?"
"It's nothing to worry about," Hermione assured. "Come here, sit."
Veronica sat down.
"Remember, I grew up here," Hermione continued. "Southside Serpents might be from the wrong side of the tracks, but I went to high school with some of them. They're actually polite."
"Cheryl said you were arguing with one of them," said Veronica.
"Hardly. He made a lewd comment and I put him in his place."
"Mom, if you're in some kind of trouble…"
"I'm not, mija, and when have I ever lied to you?"
Jughead headed to McCoy's mansion to confront her.
"I'm sorry, Jughead," said McCoy. "But the Twilight Drive-In has become a blight, a cesspool for criminals and transients, and the deal's done. Andrews Construction is scheduled to demolish the lot on Monday."
"Mayor McCoy, when I was a kid, my family and I would go to the drive-in all the time," said Jughead. "We couldn't afford tickets for everyone, so my sister, Jellybean, and I would hide in a truck until we parked. It's like my home."
"That's a sweet sentiment, Mr. Jones, but the future of Riverdale is at stake."
Archie and Betty met up at Pop's.
"Ms. Grundy showed up in Riverdale a year ago, out of thin air," Betty explained. "There's no record of her before that. Her Facebook, her LinkedIn account, they were all created one year ago. Before that, she was a ghost. The only Geraldine Grundy I could find was a woman that died seven years ago."
She showed a printed article depicting Geraldine Grundy. Unlike the Ms. Grundy they knew, this one was an old woman with white hair in a bun.
"Where did you find all this?" asked Archie.
"The deep web," Betty replied. "The dark internet."
"And did you cyber-stalk Ms. Grundy before or after you interviewed her for your fake article?"
Betty made a face that gave Archie his answer.
"Betty, I get you want to find Jason's murderer," he said. "But is this really the best way to do it?"
Betty realized that Archie had a point, but she didn't want to give up now. Not when she had a lead.
"She taught Jason Blossom," she mentioned.
That seemed to convince Archie to keep going.
That night, Archie and Betty snuck over to Ms. Grundy's house. It wasn't hard to find because her 1930s car was parked next to the curb.
Betty grabbed a knife and started to break the window of the driver-seat door open.
"How do you even know how to do this, Betty?" asked Archie.
"I've fixed cars with my dad," Betty replied. "Thank God it's a…"
She accidentally pulled the hammer. The door opened, meaning it was unlocked.
Betty brushed it off and got in the car.
"Before we go any further," said Archie. "Let me remind you that we're committing a felony, so don't blame me if this gets us both in trouble."
"We're just looking for something that proves Ms. Grundy is not what she says she is," Betty justified.
Right as she said that, she found a tiny box in the back of the car. She used a bobby pin to pick the lock.
"I learned that from Nancy Drew," she mentioned.
"Hurry," Archie urged.
Betty dug through the box and found a card. It was a driver's license from Minnesota. It said 'Jennifer Gibson'.
But that wasn't the worst part.
Upon digging deeper into the box, Betty found a silver gun.
The next morning, Jughead went into Fred's trailer.
"Mayor McCoy says you won the contract to tear down the drive-in," he said.
"I did," Fred confirmed. "I'm sorry, Jughead. I know you love the drive-in. I do too, but…"
"Mr. Andrews, give me a week to track down the person who bought the land, and convince them not to demolish a holy house of cinema."
"It's a big contract for me, Jughead, and for my guys. Whatever they build in place of the drive-in could mean more jobs…"
"Yeah, in what? Some hypothetical future? You put one Jones out of work, why don't you put out another, huh?"
"Jug, your dad was taking materials from one of our job sites. I had to let him go."
"You did what you had to do, like you're doing now?" Jughead scoffed. "Later."
He left the trailer before Fred could say anymore.
Hermione entered McCoy's office.
"You're late, Hermione," McCoy berated.
"I had to make a pit stop," Hermione said. "And as we discussed, Madam Mayor, a donation to your re-election campaign."
Hermione handed McCoy a duffel bag.
"And Lodge Industries gets the Twilight Drive-In," said McCoy. "It's one of the most prime pieces of real estate in Riverdale. No one can know that I helped goose this deal along, especially not the Blossoms."
"Your secret's safe with me," Hermione assured. "So long as you hold up your end of the bargain."
With that, Hermione left the office.
Kevin went into Tom's office to give him his cup of coffee. He noticed the cork board on the wall.
"Nice murder wall, True Detective," he remarked, setting the coffee on the table.
"Thanks," Tom thanked. "You going to the drive-in tonight?"
"No. I'm thinking of getting something for Ms. Grundy, something to express gratitude for helping me."
Tom got a little suspicious. "Son, be honest. Is there something else going on between you and her?"
"What? No. She's not like that."
That wasn't enough to ease Tom. "Okay."
Later that day, Hal and Alice headed to the Andrews house and knocked on the front door. Fred answered.
"We're sorry to come unannounced, Fred," said Hal. "It's been a rough couple of months, but…"
Alice was running out of patience. She wanted to get straight to the point.
"We think Archie and Betty should stop spending time together," she said bluntly. "Their relationship isn't good, for either of them, and their respective behaviors reflect that."
"So if you could do anything on your end…" Hal added.
"My son's a great kid," Fred argued. "He isn't perfect, but he isn't terrible."
"I've seen him sneaking out at night," said Alice. "Slinking off into the darkness at all hours."
"Alice, are you spying on us?"
Alice sighed and turned to Hal. "Come on, Hal. He won't listen to anything we say. It's his fault he ignores us."
With that, the Coopers left the house.
Smithers returned from the dry cleaners with clean clothes for the Lodges.
"Thank you, Smithers," Hermione thanked. "And Fred Andrews will be escorting me to the drive-in, so all the pieces are in place."
"The drive-in?" Smithers asked. "With Fred Andrews?"
"Yes. An attractive woman going out with an old friend is less conspicuous than an… old crone going alone."
"You're not an old crone, Ms. Hermione."
"Of course not. That was a joke."
Alice went into Betty's room to put up some clean clothes. When she opened one of the drawers, what she found shook her.
There was a silver gun hidden in the drawer.
Alice started to panic. She grabbed Betty's diary and skimmed through it. The most recent entry worsened her fears.
When Betty returned home, she saw Alice was already at the front door waiting for her.
"Finally," Alice said.
"Mom, what's wrong?" asked Betty.
Alice showed the gun. "This is what's wrong,"
Betty quickly tried to defuse the situation. "Mom…"
"And that's just for starters. Get in the car."
Alice shut the door and headed for the car. Seeing no other choice, Betty followed.
That night was closing night at the Twilight Drive-In.
Fred and Hermione were watching from the comfort of Fred's truck.
"I'm having deja vu," Fred remarked. "Senior year, we were here watching Candyman. God, I hated that movie."
"You picked it," Hermione retorted. "Did you think I'd get scared, and jump into your arms like a damsel in distress? The briefest of flings."
"You kissed me."
That's when Hermione's phone chimed. She checked it, and what she saw worried her.
Already? she asked herself.
Fred noticed Hermione's worried look and worried. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," Hermione assured. "I'm still hungry. I'm gonna get more popcorn."
"I could come with you."
"No, it's fine. I'm gonna powder my nose."
Hermione got out of the car and walked away.
Before Fred could process that, he heard a banging on his window. He turned to see it was Alice.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your adultery, Fred," she said sarcastically. "But you need to come with me. It's about the kids."
Veronica tried to enjoy the movie, but there was one problem.
Nearby, a group of 15-to-30-year-old men and women, presumably Southside Serpents, were laughing and throwing popcorn around.
Veronica tried to ignore it at first. She hoped it would be over soon, but they just wouldn't stop.
Eventually, she had enough.
"Hey!" she yelled. "You know what happens to a snake when a Louis Vuitton heel steps on it? Shut the fuck up or find out!"
That shut the serpents up.
Other people in the area cheered for Veronica.
Veronica got up to get more popcorn, but then she saw something.
It was Hermione sneaking towards the back of the theater with a serpent.
No, it can't be, Veronica thought to herself.
Hermione had just given a wad of cash to FP Jones, the leader of the Southside Serpents.
FP was a 47-year-old man with short, black hair and a messy beard. Like the other serpents, he wore a black leather jacket with a snake symbol on the back.
FP skimmed through the cash.
"Where's the rest of it?" he asked.
"It was my understanding that that was the agreed upon amount," Hermione argued.
"In that case, maybe we need to have another word with your husband."
"Good luck with that. So long as Hiram's in jail, you'll be dealing with me. Is that a problem?"
"Enjoy the movie, Hermione. We'll be in touch."
Kevin found Ms. Grundy in her classroom, like always. He offered her a present.
"Here," he offered. "It's a thank-you gift for helping me with my music."
Ms. Grundy opened the box to reveal a brand new bow for her cello.
"Kevin," she reacted. "You can't afford this."
"I pawned one of my guitars," Kevin explained.
"Why? You don't need to thank me. You shouldn't…"
That's when the door burst open. The two turned around to see that Archie, Betty, and their respective parents came in.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Alice sarcastically remarked.
"Can someone tell me what's going on here?" asked Ms. Grundy.
"Of course." Alice turned to Archie and Betty. "Kids?"
Betty showed Ms. Grundy the gun and ID. Ms. Grundy jumped back, confirming Betty's suspicions.
"I never thought I'd live to see the day," Alice remarked. "I thought the one thing that we could keep Riverdale safe from was imposters."
"Whoa, whoa, what's going on here?" asked Kevin.
"Kevin, we found these in Ms. Grundy's car," Betty explained, showing him the gun and ID. "This isn't Geraldine Grundy. She's actually someone else named Jennifer Gibson. The real Ms. Grundy died years ago. There was also a gun in there as well."
"Betty, that could mean literally anything."
"Kevin, you don't have to defend me," Ms. Grundy assured before turning to the others. "I was in a bad relationship. I was married to a man who would come home from work every night, late, drunk, and angry. One night, I ended up in the ER with broken ribs and a shattered collarbone. The next morning, he barely remembered the fight and promised me that it wouldn't happen again, but it did." Tears formed around her eyes as she continued. "So, I left, got a divorce, changed my name, then came here."
"Well, she isn't denying it," said Alice. "She's clearly guilty. I think the next step is to take this to Sheriff Keller and let the wheels of justice take over."
"Well, it's settled then," Betty assumed.
"Not yet. There's still another thing we must discuss." Alice pointed at Archie. "I read your journal, Betty, and one particular page mentioned a passionate morning with a hot redheaded boy over by the river."
"Archie, what is she talking about?" Fred asked Archie.
Knowing they were both in hot water, Archie and Betty decided there was no point in lying.
"Dad, I lied when I said I was alone at Sweetwater," Archie confessed. "Betty was there too. We were supposed to just go for a swim and have a good time, but one thing led to another, and…"
"We made out," Betty butted in. "We got all intimate with each other. We had a small fling after that, but it ended when school started. We aren't dating anymore."
"So you admit it," Alice smiled. "You both have confessed the kind of person Archie truly is. He's selfish, he's stupid, and he doesn't deserve to be anyone's friend!"
"Wait a minute!" Fred shouted, angry at Alice more than anything. "That is what this is about? Your petty grudge against my teenage son?!"
"I'm never going to stop being friends with Archie, Mom!" Betty yelled. "We are done here!"
"Oh, we are far from done here!" said Alice. "I'm here to do what's right, and, of course, inform my neighbors."
"Alice, I swear to God…" Fred warned.
"You always swear to God, Fred," Alice interrupted.
"You write one word about this, Mom, and I will tell everyone that I broke into Ms. Grundy's car," Betty threatened. "That I robbed her. It will be like I finally… snapped, like Polly. It'll prove what everyone already thinks about us, that crazy runs in this family. Like mother, like daughter."
"You wouldn't dare."
"I'll quit my job," Ms. Grundy stepped in. "Will that satisfy you?"
"Yes, it will," Betty replied. "And yes, Mom, I would dare."
Alice turned to Ms. Grundy. "You have to leave town too."
"I will. I'll pack up my things and be gone by morning."
Ms. Grundy picked up her cello and left the room.
Tom took Kevin home.
"I'm sorry about what happened," he apologized.
"It's fine," Kevin assured. "I'll get over it, and I'll keep going."
The two noticed that the front door was open.
Tom brought out his gun and slowly walked inside.
He didn't find anyone in the house, but it was clear someone was there.
The office was a mess. The cork board was completely torn off the wall.
Kevin came in and saw it all.
"Oh God," was all he could say.
Veronica sat and waited in the apartment until Hermione arrived.
Hermione was surprised to see Veronica there. "Veronica?"
"Mom, what were you doing with that biker guy?" asked Veronica. "Don't tell me you were just 'being polite'. I saw what was happening, and it did not look like politeness."
Hermione sighed. "I was handling some unfinished business for your father."
"I'm gonna need more than that, Mom. Details, specifics."
"Alright, then. Your father hired the Southside Serpents to help decrease the value of the drive-in, that way he can purchase it using an offshore LLC. What you saw was me paying them for a job well done."
"So, Daddy's the anonymous buyer, and he's doing it from jail?"
"He's a very long reach, your father, and he's sunk every last penny that we have into this deal."
"So, Dad really is…"
"Dad is a businessman. He saw an opportunity and he took it, and it was gonna happen anyway. Old Riverdale is dying. He's simply helping it along."
"But it's wrong."
"Well, did you like living at the Dakota with the Central Park view? Did you like your personal shopping account at Barney's? How about our family dinners at Jean Georges? Your Hermes."
As Hermione listed those things off, Veronica felt a bit of nostalgia remembering that luxurious fantasy.
But at the end of the day, that's all it was.
"Those were just things, Mom," she said.
"That was our life, Ronnie," Hermione argued. "Provided to us by your father. Understand?"
Veronica reluctantly nodded.
Fred and Archie made it home. Fred opened the door to let Archie out of the car, but Archie wouldn't budge.
Fred knew that he was still thinking about everything that went down in the music room earlier.
He sighed. "You're not those things she said. You aren't stupid. This wasn't your fault."
Archie got out of the car and cried on Fred's shoulder. Fred hugged Archie to comfort him.
"Polly kept so many secrets from us," Alice told Betty. "I won't have any more secrets between us, not anymore. Not if I'm gonna keep you safe."
"What's my name?" Betty asked. "Say it."
"Elizabeth Cooper."
"That's right. I am Elizabeth, not Polly, and Archie is not Jason, so stop using them to control my life!"
Alice walked out without saying another word.
Betty took out a new diary and prepared to write a new entry, but then she thought about Archie. She dragged him into her scheme, all because she was so focused on proving she was right about something.
And all that did was get them both in trouble, just like Archie warned her.
Betty turned to the window. She saw Archie sitting in his room, clearly upset about everything.
'I'm sorry,' she texted.
Archie picked up his phone and typed a response. 'It's okay, U were trying to help…'
The two smiled at each other.
Betty picked up the diary and started writing.
Dear Diary,
Love makes you do crazy things, and maybe some of what I did was wrong, but maybe… maybe I was right about some things too.
Maybe Ms. Grundy was dangerous in some way.
Tomorrow morning, when we wake up, the world will, yet again, change.
Play "Waves" by Dean Lewis
We watched as our young hearts fade
Into the flood, into the flood
The next morning, Jughead took one last look at the projector room. Nostalgia and happy memories of his visits to the drive-in, and being able to work as a projectionist in exchange for shelter in the projector room after… it, went down.
Sadly, that's all it was now. Memories.
Freedom, falling, the feeling that I thought was set in stone
Slip through my fingers, trying hard to let go
Jughead packed up all of his things and walked out of his makeshift bedroom.
It comes and goes in waves
It comes and goes in waves
It carries us away
Before he left, though, Jughead decided to send one final message to the town. He took a can of spray paint, and painted a poor crown onto the wall.
Through the wind, down to the place
We used to lay when we were kids
Jughead was about to leave when he ran into a familiar face. FP.
Memories of a stolen place
Caught in the silence, an echo lost in space
"They'll tear that booth down, too," FP remarked. "Raze the whole place, send it to the junkyard, us with it."
"Or maybe they'll save it," Jughead argued. "All the pieces. Store it in the town hall attic and rebuild it in a hundred years. Wonder who the hell we were."
We watch as our young hearts fade
Into the flood, into the flood
FP chuckled. "So where you gonna live now?"
"I'll figure it out, Dad," Jughead replied. "I always do."
With that, Jughead walked away, out of the drive-in, and away from the serpents.
It comes and goes in waves
It comes and goes in waves
It carries us away
End "Waves"
Riverdale
Thanks for reading.