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Previously on Medium:

I'm just a girl
who wants to be a lawyer.

Wants to do her job,
be a good wife, a good mother.

Be like everybody else.

But you're not like everybody
else and you know that.

Even among the special,
you're special.

Who might this be?
Looks familiar.

He and his friend
raped a young girl.

Sliced her open.
Took her apart.

Doctor Charles "The Butcher"
Walker of Wichita.

Wanted dead or alive

for the maniacal
evisceration

of three unmarried daughters
from the Great Plains.

Seems like every 15 years or so,
someone

hears a voice and
a young girl dies.

Ladies.

If you'd kindly take a seat
in the waiting room,

the doctor and I will finish up
and be with you shortly.

(screaming and crying)

I know it hurts, Maura
but we're almost there.

I'm sure of it.

Our baby's a stubborn one.
Isn't he, Charles?

Takes after his blessed Mother,
I suppose.

A word, Mr. Walker.

She's been in labor
for over 30 hours now.

Something clearly
is not right.

Just how old is your wife,
Mr. Walker?

I think it's time we considered
an alternate method of delivery.

You intend to cut her?

Mr. Walker, I'm seeing an
unusual amount of blood.

I fear it may already be
too late for Mrs. Walker,

but there's still a chance
I can save the baby.
Doctor,

I don't care about the baby.

Honestly,
all I care about is Maura.

It's all right, Charles.

The only thing
that matters is our child.

I don't agree. I don't
agree with any of this.

You're going to be fine.

We just need a
little more time.

With all due respect,
sir, you're not a doctor.

You don't know the first thing
about medicine.

There...
There is no time.

Maura!

It's all right,
Charles.

Let him do
what he has to do.

Maura!

(Maura screams)

Doctor, open the door!

Maura, I'm here.

Maura?

(baby crying)

No!

It's a boy.

Sir, your child needs you.

(baby crying)

Sir? Have you gone mad?

Your place is out here
with this child, not...

not in there
with a dead woman!

Sir, what are you doing
in there?

I'm going to the police,
Mr. Walker.

If you do not
unlock this door

and come out here
and be with this baby,

I'll be forced to go
to the police!

(pounding on door)

(gasps)

Mommy? You okay?

Oh. Hi, Sugarbear.

Yeah, I'm okay.

Just had a nightmare.

Just a... a silly
little nightmare.

Was it scary?

It was scary.
And sad.

Don't worry, Mommy.
It was just a dream.

You probably won't even
remember it by morning.

Thanks, Bridge.

(sighs)

Think about ice cream.
Or cake. That's what I do.

Chocolate works
really good.

Got it.
Candy, too.

Or cereal if it's
close to morning.

Mm-hmm.

Cookies are
really good, too.

Shh.

Mommy?

I'm hungry.

Never mind.

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Hi. I don't know
if you remember me.

Allison Dubois.
Of course I remember you.

So you still dream, huh?

That's a good thing,
I suppose.

Better than
being like me.

I just don't sleep.

Afraid to, I guess.

Afraid of what I'll see.

There must be a reason
I had a dream

about Walker and his wife,
right?

I just don't know how
to make sense of what I saw.

In that case,
what do you feel?

Feel?

What you see
can sometimes fool you,

but what you feel
rarely lets you down.

Well, I felt the same
way I always feel

when I see him
in my dreams--

that some girl is
poised to die soon.

That he's up to his old tricks.

That he's found someone
in the here and now

to do his bidding, and it's
just a matter of time.

See that?
You don't even need me.

Then why did I see
a moment from
Walker's past,

and not his present?

Why didn't I see the face
of the man he's whispering to?

Or a clue as to who his
next victim's going to be?

Maybe you don't need
to see those things to stop him.

God doesn't play dice
with the universe,

and people like us don't see the
things we do without a reason.

I know it's not easy,

but you have to have faith

that the reason will make
itself known to you,

either in your dreams
or your waking life.

(timer dinging)

Oh, my poor kids.

I'm a terrible cook.

It smells delicious.

It takes a full day
to cook it right,

but I couldn't resist.

Grocery store
up the street

was having a sale.

I've got some extra coupons
if you're interested.

(music plays over P.A.)

WALKER:
Nothing like slicing a ripe one
right down the middle.

I'm sorry.
Did you say something?

I said the ripe ones
are usually in the middle.

GIRL:
Move your ass, Amanda.

Stacey's got a table
for us out front, and I've got

a quiz fifth period.

(phone ringing)

SCANLON:
I damn near
got a speeding ticket,

but I made it.
Now I don't see you.

Thanks for hurrying over--
five cars

ahead on your left.

I'm in the Volvo.

So where's the girl?
She's over there.

She's got the green
school jacket on.

Thought you said this
girl was in danger.

She is.
She just doesn't know it yet.

Do you remember that doctor?

The one who has a thing
for teenage girls?

The one from the 1800s?

Your friend the "ghost guy"?

Don't do that. You were there.

I was there,
Allison,
and I remember

a butcher,
and I remember the girl

he was determined to cut up.

But do I remember Walker?

I can't say I ever really
laid eyes on the guy,

but I'll take your word for it.

So point him out to me.

Or point out the person
you think he's working through.

I can't. I haven't gotten
a good look at him yet.

I had a dream.

And I heard Walker's voice
when I was in the store.

He was talking
about her.

SCANLON:
So we don't even really know
who we're looking for here?

We don't even know
what sack of skin

this ghost might
have crawled into.

Assuming he's the one
who's really behind this.

Assuming there's a "this"
he's really behind.

Forget about that.

Forget about who he might
be working through.

It doesn't matter.

As long as we don't let
this girl out of our sight,

nothing can happen, right?

Allison, you're talking about
round-the-clock surveillance--

multiple guys working
multiple shifts--

and all for a girl who,
by the way, may not even

be in any real danger.

All right.

I know a couple of guys
who owe me a few favors.

I'll see what
I can cobble together.

ARIEL:
I know you guys said

we could only
watch ten hours

of television a week,
but Mr. Gressler

said that part
of studying current events

is keeping up with the news
every night.

JOE:
You could always
try reading the paper.

But the paper's,
like, 60 pages long.

And the good thing
about TV news

is that it's
only a half hour.

Well, I suppose,
if it's for school.

So I can watch
12 1/2 hours a week?

Suddenly she's good at math.

No. You can watch ten hours
of television,

and two and a half hours

of news a week.

That was a scrumptious
dinner, darling.

You really should've
tried some.

I just keep waiting
for the phone to ring.

I just keep wishing I'd seen
something useful

like the face of the man
he's gonna use to get to her.

(horse neighs)

A doctor in Bisbee.

Will wonders never cease?

Dr. Charles Walker.

Pleased to make your
acquaintance, ma'am.

Oh, my!

Listen to that accent.

You sound fancy.

Surprised you'd settle
in a place like this.

Bisbee's kind of out

of the way
to have a doctor.

Well, I rather like
"out of the way."

And "out of the way"
is where people tend

to need a doctor most.
Don't you think?

You know, my daughter

had some pain of late.

Your daughter?

She's at that age.

Everything's changing,
everything's... hurting.

We got some pills
through the mail, but...

Would you like me
to have a look?

Your mother says
that you experience

pain from time to time.

Yes, sir.

You ever heard
of the expression,

"growing pains"?

Yes, sir.

Hmm.

Would you like me
to make them go away?

Go away forever?

Y-yes, sir.

I think I can make that happen.

I think I can do that right now

with one very
simple procedure.

Would you like that?

Yes, sir.

(chuckles)

Will it hurt, doctor?

Only at first.

But then you'll feel nothing.

For the rest of your life,

you'll feel nothing.

(gasping)

(sighing)

ALLISON:
Amanda?

Are you talking to me?

My name's Allison Dubois,
I'm with the city of Phoenix.

I work for the District
Attorney's Office.

Am I in some
kind of trouble?

Is this about
the car accident?

I don't know anything
about an accident.

But there is a man.
!
MAN:
Amanda!

Hey!

Can you hear him?

You can see him!

People actually eat

at this hour in the sun?

Stay where you are!

Who's this? A friend
of your mom's?

I don't know, she
just showed up.

Don't you come near her.

And stop talking.
We can see you.

Police! I need your help.

He's gonna hurt
this girl!

Miss, I think you have me
confused with someone else.

Put her in protective custody!

I know you can't see the man
who's threatening her, but...

Hands in the air!

Body on the ground now!

He's my friend.

What the hell is going on?

What's wrong
with you people?

You okay, ma'am?

DEVALOS:
Actually...

I can't help
but kind of wish

he was a ghost.
Excuse me?

Ghosts for the most
part have very limited
legal rights.

Extremely rare
that you hear

about one suing a city
or county government
for false arrest.

(door opening)

You were half right.
The guy's name is Walker.

Only it's Jack, not Charles.

Who knows, maybe he's
the son of the son
of the son.

I dreamt... about the birth

of his great grandfather
the other night.

This Walker's 36, unmarried,

owns some kind of computer
repair store on the west side.

A DUI 18 months ago,
other than that, he's clean.

Maybe it's my
imagination,

but I do sense our boy
jonesing for a drink.

Not that that's
against the law.

And how do these two
know each other?

She t-boned him

at an intersection
a couple months ago.

Whole left side
of his car got crushed.

Any record of this?

Well, Walker wanted to call
an ambulance, but she didn't

want her parents finding out
she'd been in an accident.

He agreed not to call the cops
or the insurance company

if she let him take her
to a doctor he knew.

SCANLON:
She's been paying
for the car repairs

and the doctor
visit ever since.

In fact, according to him,
that's what he was doing

at the grocery store today.

Picking up the latest
installment.

Everything I saw
when I looked at her.

It wasn't a premonition,
it already happened.

I thought I saw
Charles Walker
trying to hurt her.

It was really that man
trying to help her.

Hello.

In here.

Okay, what have you
done with my children?

Take a look at
the clock, honey.

Marie's already asleep

and Ariel's helping
Bridgette with her homework.

I left some dinner
for you in the fridge.

Oh, good. I was afraid

I was going to have
to keep after you

to eat something from
the alcohol food group.

Back off.

I had an innocent
man arrested today

because I thought
he was a ghost.

Hmm.

Maybe you should grab me
one of those, too.

You know what
the weirdest part was?

How nice he was.

How reasonable he was
about the whole thing.

He kept reassuring Devalos,

said he wasn't
going to sue the city.

Kept telling me
to keep my chin up,

that everybody makes mistakes.

He even told Scanlon
he hoped there were

no hard feelings.

Okay. That's nice.

But if this Amanda girl
was never in any real danger,

why do you keep
having dreams

about his
great-great uncle

or his not so great-great
grandfather?

Or whoever this guy Charles

is to him?

Don't know.

And...

I don't care.

The girl's safe.

Nobody's suing
the city.

Mama's finally home.

Mmm.

I say all's right
with the world.

Mmm. All's right
with the world.

(screaming)

WOMAN:
Beloved Maura...

we bring you gifts
from life into death.

We ask that you
commune with us

and move among us.

Join us, Maura,

so that your husband may know
your presence once more.

What?

She's been watching you.

She's seen
it all.

Seen the terrible
things you've done.

She wants to know why.

Why would you hurt those girls?

She doesn't understand.

It still hurts
to be without her.

It's the only thing that makes
the pain go away.

Tell her.

She's gone.

Get her back.

I can't.

Get her back!

Now!

Charles,
Charles, Charles.

You're hurting me.

I'm sorry, Mother.

(gasps)

So his mother has the gift.

Probably watched her talk
to ghosts his whole life.

I wonder if that's when
he first figured out

that the dead
can communicate
with the living.

So let me ask
you a question.

Charles's mother
had a gift.

She was sensitive.

What are the chances
another relative could be?

You know better than I do
that it runs in families.

Can span generations.

So if Jack were sensitive,
Charles could, theoretically,

be whispering in his ear,

pointing him in the direction
of his next victim.

So how do I
find out

if the young Walker
has the old Walker in his head?

Why don't you ask him?

I'm not about
to get tackled, am I?

I wanted to apologize again.

I couldn't sleep
last night, I felt so...

Unnecessary yesterday,
unnecessary today.

And also...

since I was
in the area,

I was wondering if I could talk
to you about something.

Um, I-I'm on a little bit
of a schedule, actually. Uh...

Well... the main thing...

is...

Are we alone?

Yeah.

No, I mean...

am I the only person you are
listening to right now?

(timer beeps)

Um, sorry.

I'm... taking
medication.

On a schedule.

I'll be right back.

No problem. Go right ahead.

She's a bit...

(exhales)

...obsessed with me, actually.

Honestly, I-I-I'm
not at all interested.

Uh... Just want the money
she owes me for the car

and the doctor.

I believe you.

I know you're not interested.

Which is why I was asking--
are we alone?

I'm sorry, I'm...

You hear him,

don't you?

In your head.

Telling you to hurt her.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Sure you do!

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

You are fighting it
with every inch of your being.

You are fighting it
with the alcohol

you just drank in the bathroom.

What do you do?

Do you time each dose?

Just enough to keep

the voice of the devil away,

but not enough to make it
impossible to live, to work?

Okay.

This is for you, not him.

He already knows me.

(crowd clamoring)

You would not believe
the size of the crowd

we got outside tonight.

(clamoring continues)

They're all here for you.

I don't think I've ever felt
so loved.

Well, I'm glad to see
you still got your
sense of humor, Doc.

I was afraid we'd beaten it
out of you when we tracked
you down the other night.

It's a show these simpletons
are waiting for.

You can remind them, I don't
hang for another three days.

(laughs softly):
I don't think they intend
to wait that long.

Truth be told,
when I think about what you did

to all those girls,
I'm tempted

to let 'em in here.

Save us the cost

of building a gallows.

(two slow knocks,
three quick, then two quick)

That you, Deputy?
Yes, sir.

Prisoner's got a visitor.

Says she's his mother.

(crowd continues clamoring)

Oh, my poor boy.

What have they done to you?

Probably no more than
I deserve, Mother.

Oh...

Sorry, Sheriff.

They come up behind me.

It's all right, Mother.
I'm not afraid.

I'm finally going
to be with Maura.

No, you're not.

You don't understand, do you?

You're never going to be
with her, not after

the things you've done.
You're wrong--
she'll forgive me.

Oh, it doesn't matter,
Charles.

You're not going
to where she is.

Then I'm not going.

Come on!
Do you hear me, Mother?
Do you understand?

(shouting):
I will not die!

(exhales)

DEVALOS:
Allison, we've already

mistakenly arrested
this man once.

I don't think you understand
how determined the forces

that are driving him are.
These forces
you keep talking about

are not something I control--
frankly, they're not even

something I necessarily
believe in.

I know you think
I have a very powerful job,

but influencing the behavior
of the dead falls decidedly
outside my purview.

(exhales)

The first time I heard
the voice, I was 15.

I was at the movies
with Torie Keeler.

It started rhapsodizing

about the shape
and the size of her bosom.

I wasn't terribly concerned
at first, because...

frankly, I'd given
a fair amount of thought

to the shape and size
of her bosom myself.

(chuckles)

A week later...

it started whispering to me
about how divine it would be

to see a drop
of her menstrual blood

work its way down
her pale, white thigh.

Since I'd never seen
menstrual blood

and only had
the vaguest understanding

of what it was
or when it might appear,

I came to the rapid conclusion
that I was mentally ill.

The second I was alone,
I smoked

a copious amount of marijuana

and discovered
the damndest thing.

I got very hungry,
and I couldn't hear
the voice anymore.

With age comes wisdom.

And I soon discovered
that alcohol worked
better than grass.

And by medicating myself
with tiny amounts
throughout the day,

I could pretty much eliminate
the dissertations in my head

about... nipple transplants

and... how beautifully the skin
of a woman in her mid-teens

cuts with
a surgical-grade scalpel.

I've never told
any of this to anyone.

It must be horrible.

It is what it is.

I'm not sure that I believe
that I have some...

distant relative residing
in my cerebellum.

I am inclined to think that...

whatever mental demons
tormented my famous ancestor...

perhaps a minute amount
of that affliction

may have been passed on to me.

I'm just trying to reassure you
in my own crazy way that...

I think I got this problem
under control.

ALLISON:
There's something so sad

about it.

He's absolutely convinced
he has to spend

his entire life
slightly inebriated
just to function.

I actually knew any number
of friends in high school

who felt the
exact same way.
Not funny.

And they were really into
high school girls, too.

Undressing them,
not killing them.
Ha, ha, ha.

Anything I can do to put
a smile on your face?

Hmm, hmm...

Shh!

That smile didn't
last long.

Shh. Do you hear that?

MAN (over TV):
...the body
of an 18-year-old woman.

The gruesome discovery was made

early this morning
around 4:00 a.m.

Police say the woman
was stabbed repeatedly

in the chest and the abdomen.
(Ariel sobbing)

Authorities are
still withholding

the name of the teenaged victim.
Ariel.

(sniffles)

I know, I know I'm supposed
to be in bed-- I'm sorry.

It's just...
(sniffles)

I missed the 7:00 news
'cause I was on the phone,

and I remembered
about the late one.

Honey, why are you upset?
Why are you crying?

It's awful.

Some poor girl got killed
in the park tonight.

She was just four years
older than me.

(crying)
Okay.

(on TV):
...just moments ago,

and our Action News cameras
were there.

A man identified as Jack Walker

was found wandering
not far from...

WALKER:
I left my meeting
with Ms. Dubois,

headed back to the store.

Cell phone started ringing--
it was Amanda.

She was distraught.

Her parents had found out
about the car accident,

taken her keys...

forbidden her from driving.

She asked me to pick her up;
I did.

We drove around forever.

Time was

going by.

I didn't realize
I'd be out for so long.

I needed a drink.

She was too young

to take to a bar, so...

I stopped at
a liquor store.

Got a bottle of whiskey.

Amanda got... all excited.

"Let's play a drinking game,
let's play a drinking game."

I didn't want to play
a drinking game.

I just wanted a drink.

We ended up parking...
at the high school.

Pathetic, yeah.

She insisted
we play this game,

uh, "I never."

She'd announce something,
something she...

she'd never done,
something she'd never tried.

Something
sh-she'd never experienced.

And if I hadn't
experienced it either,

then I wouldn't have
to take a drink.

I mean...

walked this earth
twice as long as her.

There's not a lot
I haven't experienced.

Suffice to say...

I drank a prodigious amount
of alcohol

in a fairly short space of time.

Next thing
I can remember is

waking up in the car alone.

(sniffles)

Uh...

I didn't see the blood...

at first, uh, in the car, on me.

I didn't see the knife.

Are you suggesting
that you had a blackout?

I'm just telling you
everything I remember.

My client has

a history of blackouts.

He's made no secret of that.

For the record,
are you stating

that you had a blackout
earlier this evening?

It's certainly happened
in the past, but...

honestly,
I never hurt anyone before.

Mr. Walker, on
the off chance

that you remember a little bit
more than you're letting on,

I'd like you to know that this
office is inclined to believe

that you suffer from an acute
psychological condition,

and one that perhaps

compelled you to do harm
to Amanda Peyer.

If you were to make
a full confession,

we would take that
into full consideration.

You're quite sure I did this,
aren't you?

Is there proof?

Jack, if they did, you'd
be in a cell by now.

The crime scene
is still fresh,

as are the warrants
to search your home,

your business
and your car.

The truth is,

we're still gathering
enough physical evidence

to formally charge you,
but I'm confident

we can do that
in the 72 hours we have.

72 hours?

That's the amount of time
they can hold you in a cell

without charging you.

I can't go without a drink
for three days.

Sure you can.

An officer will
be in shortly

to process you.

(sighs)

What are you doing up?

Watching you work,
on the news.

He had me
completely fooled.

That's okay.

It's not your fault.

You had two days with the guy.

And Walker had a lifetime.

(indistinct TV news broadcast)

JACK:
I'm afraid I have, yeah.

I have gone into a
lover's medicine cabinet

while she lay sleeping

in the other room, yes.

Yes. (laughs)

It's uncanny.

It's uncanny how you know.

Now ask him
the other one.

Ask him.

Come on!

You won again.

Come on.

Okay.

I never...

wondered what it would be like
to slice a girl open.

Touch her blood
with my fingertips.

Taste it...

with my tongue.

I do believe
you're the winner again.

Well done.

And now the moment has come for
me to thank you for everything.

You've really
been sensational.

Colliding with the car
of a perfect stranger.

Pretending to fall
in love with him.

Calling him
incessantly.

You're easily the
most suggestible person

that I've ever
encountered.

If only you had
the intelligence

necessary to become
a physician,

I would happily spend
the next ten or 15 years

living inside
your brain,

telling you
what to do.

But alas...

you have no interest
in the medical arts,

and I have no interest
in influencing the thinking

of a walking Kewpie doll.

So I'm afraid this
is... good-bye.

Did you bring the knife?

All right, then.

Why don't we begin by you

stabbing yourself
in the stomach?

You don't mind if
I watch, do you?

I really quite enjoy
this kind of thing.

He didn't do
it-- she did.

Mr. Walker, I apologize
you've been detained

the past three days,
but I do have some good news.

Our crime scene unit,

at the insistence
of Mrs. Dubois here,

has re-examined all
the evidence in this case

and is saying unequivocally,

that Amanda's wounds
were self-inflicted.

Again...
I apologize.

My God. Uh...

No apology is necessary.

Under the circumstances,
I just...

Go home.

Get some rest.

My office will be speaking
with your attorney.

There may still be
some civil issues

that Amanda's parents
want to litigate.

having to do with offering
alcohol to a minor,

but I do believe
for the most part,

you're out of the woods.

I have no idea

what you did,
but thank you.

How are you feeling?

Other than being
in shock, uh...

good.

First two days without
alcohol were difficult.

Today...

Who knows?

I might actually make
a habit of this...

not-drinking thing.

(chuckles)

Can I talk to you?

What is it? I'm busy.

What are you doing?

I'm reading the news.

But I don't
understand.

Why would you read the news
while you could watch it on TV?

(phone ringing)

Got it!
Hello?

Mrs. Dubois?

Jack, is that you?

Are you drinking?

No. God knows I want to.

Where are you?

I'm at the shop.

I keep thinking I should go out.

I kinda want to be around
some young people. Girls.

Okay. Listen to me.

Stay right where you are.

Don't go anywhere.

I'll be there
as quick as I can.

Jack!

Jack, are you here?

Jack!
Are you here?

Lovely to see you.

I do so appreciate the way

you ran right over here
when I called.

The good doctor, I presume.

Well, maybe not so good.

Maybe not really
a doctor either.

So how long has it
been you and not him?

In the jail?

In the interrogation
room with the lawyer?

What about the night
Amanda died?

Oh, please.
I'm good, but not that good.

I've really only
just begun my residency

inside young Jack's skin.

What a superb fit.

Like a suit that's been
custom-made for me by God.

I'll always be grateful
for your help.

My help?

Oh, my, yes.

I couldn't have done
it without you.

I've been whispering
in that boy's ear for 20 years,

trying to pierce that
self-imposed haze of alcohol.

I tried tempting him
with that girl,

but apparently he's managed
to rot his libido

as well as his liver.

And then,
suddenly,

there you were...

screaming

for the police in that
supermarket parking lot,

and I thought,
"Wait a second.

"Your good friend Allison--
she's just presented you

with a much better idea."

Me?

Well, thanks

to that scene you made my
drunken, impotent relative

now had the attention
of the local authorities.

If something unfortunate
were to happen to young Amanda,

well, he'd be the first person
they'd lock up.

And a man can get
awfully thirsty

in a jail cell,
awfully thirsty.

And awfully clear-headed.

I knew for the first time
in nearly 20 years,

he'd finally hear me.

And here we are.

You did all of that so you could
finally be in the skin

of someone who looked
exactly like you did?

when you ravaged teenage girls?

Allison.

I did all that so I could
be inside the skin

of someone who looked like me...

when I ravaged you.

(shrieks)

I know what you're thinking.

Where's
the scalpel?

Where's the
surgical saw?

Help!

One of my great disappointments
as I spend time

with my progeny

is their compete and utter

lack of interest

in the medical arts.

Oh, well!

What's a great-great grandfather

to do?

Adapt, I say.

And so, in a
one-time-only performance,

tonight's slaying
will be performed bare-handed.

I know you're
flattered, Allison.

Try not to get too choked up.

If all you wanted
to do was kill me,

why did you send me
all of those dreams?

You didn't.

Did you?

She did.

To stop you.

You know nothing of Maura.

I do!

She's here!

She never stopped watching you.

She sees you
even now.

What you're
doing to me.

What you're doing to her
great-great grandson.

If you kill me,
Jack is going to spend

the rest of his life in prison.

and do you honestly think
she loves him any less

than the child she died for?

(growling)

(glass shattering)

JACK:
Oh, my God.

(Allison gasping)

What am I doing here?

CATHERINE:
What are ghosts really?

They're energy,
the energy we leave behind.

And energy is power.

Who knows what might happen
when a spirit as powerful

as Charles Walker's finally
decides to cross over?

Or what would happen
if the other side

just decided to take him?

Oh, I'd like to believe
that's what I saw.

That he's finally gone for good.

I guess we're just
gonna have to wait and see.

I guess we'll just have
to wait and see.

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