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Previously on Sleepy Hollow... Are
you gonna be at my birthday party?

Yeah, he'll be there.

Cool. See you later, Dad.

Oh.

You just said that the creature

disguised itself as someone
they all trusted.

WHY!
(Qrowg)

We will find her
before midnight.

Because that is when

the Witnesses acquire
their powerful mantle.

(growls)

(roars)

The past month
is the first time

I felt that what we do
makes a real difference.

Yeah, poison ivy, mosquitoes,
got to love it.

Oh, come on, you live for this
as much as I do.

Dreyfuss is alive
and Jobe is in the wind.

Is there any indication
what they have planned?

I have a powerful need
to make sure the entire world

changes for the better.

(youth choir singing):
* Oh beautiful *

* For spacious skies *

* For amber waves *

* Of grain *

* For purple mountains *

* Majesties *

* Above the fruited plain *

* America *

* America... *

(grunts)

* Grace on thee *

* And crown thy good... *

Hello, there,
old friend.

Please have a seat.

I have really been looking
forward to showing you

what I've done with the
place.

Is this really what you wanted,
Dreyfuss?

The death of democracy?

Only a washed-up Founding Father
could... (chuckles)

...possibly mourn the loss
of something

so criminally ineffectual.

You take this off for one minute

and I will show you mourning.

Once a patriot,
always a patriot.

Do you know what I've come to
learn over the years, Mr. Crane?

People... by and large,

people are herd animals.

When it comes
right down to it,

most people, they really
don't want to bear the burden

of governing
themselves.

Deep down, most people
are violently opposed

to the effort it takes
to think for themselves.

Do you know what

all of the willingly
helpless, bleating sheep

really want,
more than anything else?

A shepherd.

You mean tyrant.

Actually, I prefer Emperor.

Czar, perhaps?

Monarch, maybe.

Whatever rolls off the
tongue.

(grunts)

JOBE:
Malcolm?

Malcolm?

Malcolm?

Can you hear me?

Another vision?

Either that,

or the Headless Horseman
had some serious LSD

galloping in
his bloodstream.

(laughs)

Oh, lobe.

lobe, lobe, lobe, lobe...

it was spectacular.

So the plan
you've set in motion...

My plan,

not to boast,

but I am destined

to become the best thing

that has ever happened
to America.

Hello, America.

My name is Ichabod Crane,

and I have a message
for all and asunder.

MOLLY: Okay,
you're not doing it right...

What do you mean
I'm not doing it right?

What am I doing... You
cannot hold it so close

to your face, there won't
be any room for a caption.

Well, maybe I don't want a...

Oh.

Oh.

Hmm. Ah, well.

Time for an upgrade.

DIANA: Molly,
what do you say?

I'm sorry, Mr. Crane.

Please, no need.

If anything, I
should apologize.

Whilst I am an
expert in many fields,

I should have acknowledged
that you, Miss Molly,

are the master of the sacred
ritual of the selfie.

Your generation is so weird.

(chuckles)

My generation?

You know, people try
to put us down...

just because we get around.

What?
Who?

Nice one.

Why don't you try
take two? Why not?

Uh, in a sec,
I just want to post this

to Mr. Crane's
new Picagram account.

Obliged.

DIANA:
Thanks for coming today.

Oh, no, not at all.

After the occurrences of
late,

'tis a pleasure
to enjoy a diversion.

No kidding.

Witnesses, wolf-dads...

It's important for Molly to know
she's still a kid.

No child should have to bear
the weight of the mantle

that Miss Molly has inherited.

I posted it.

Jolly good.

Though, it's kind of
pointless

since you don't have
any followers.

Well, there is
more to life

than amassing followers,
Miss Molly.

Social media is rife
with, what, cat videos?

But just imagine

what could
be achieved,

what grand heights
could be scaled

were a true leader
like Jefferson

or Lincoln alive today.

What if they had access
to Facebook and Picagram

and Snapchat?

We have an
opportunity,

an opportunity to spread a
noble message far and wide.

Instead of gathering
followers to hashtag selfies...

Oh, my God, Logan's here!
Oh, okay, just wait for us.

I'm honestly nothing
without my followers.

Seriously, thank you.
Thank you.

I watched several
of Mr. McDonald's videos

in preparation
for this event.

Found them rather mundane.

Tell me about it.

Diatribes on acne, dating,

gossip, lip gloss.

You guys don't get it.
He's really funny

and he knows what it's like
to feel different.

My parents
don't get it, either.

Can I borrow your phone?

Okay.

(girl yells)
We love you!

(camera snaps)

There you go.

(laughs)

Well, great.

(fans gasp and scream)

Mom, what is happening to
him?

WOMAN:
Someone help him!

MAN:
Somebody call 911!

WOMAN:
He needs a doctor!

(sizzling)
No pictures!

No pictures!
Logan needs help!

Can you move back?
Move... move back.

Move back, please.

We got to get
him out of here.

Careful, careful.

Something about
his ailment is amiss.

I'll investigate
further.

I'll take Molly home
and I'll meet up with you

as soon as possible.
Understood

Come on, have to go.

CRANE: Pardon me. Excuse me.

So, seriously, Mom?
Security cameras?

Hey, if demonic creatures
and dark forces

are gonna be crossing our paths,

I'm gonna see 'em first, in HD.

Well, what if
it's an invisible monster?

JENNY:
This should help.

Celtic Shield
Knot,

used by ancient Druids

to ward off shades,

were-beasts and
wandering spirits.

And it's not tacky at all.

I like it.

I'm gonna go check on updates
on Logan.

All right. Hey, you hungry?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Okay.

Usually more inquisitive.

An Internet
celebrity she follows

came down with
something.

Crane's checking it out
at the hospital now.

So, not the common cold.

Lately, is it ever?

I'm gonna go to the
hospital after Clara comes.

I can stay with Molly.

Thanks,

but the nanny's
just a couple blocks away.

I know, but...

I'd appreciate the chance
to get to know Molly better.

I can take her
out to my trailer,

we can make a whole day
out of it.

Look, I know you're shaken

by what went down
with the whole fake dad thing,

but all the defense in the world
is not gonna make a difference

if we treat this thing
with kid gloves.

I have a lot I can teach her.

You're not gonna teach
her how to shoot bazookas

or use throwing
sta rs, a re you?

Actually,

I was thinking we might
just start with a pizza.

Many?

MOLLY:
Yeah?

I'm headed to the hospital.
I'm gonna check on Logan.

Jenny's gonna stay here
and order lunch, okay?

Cool, can she teach me how
to use throwing stars?

You have my number.

Please call me
if you need anything.

Yeah.

Oh, my God, you want to see
the creepiest video ever?

I can't stop
watching it.

It's like Chewbacca Mask Lady
meets Bad Lip Reading.

(chuckles)
Something tells me you and I

have vastly different
definitions of "creepy."

Oh, come on. Check it.

This guy I follow on Picagram
posted it an hour ago.

(purrs, groans, chuckles)

How old are you again?

Excuse me, do you
have anything

from Provence?

(chuckles)
You know, it's just...

(laughs) this Napa rosé's a little
too fruit-forward for my palate.

You know your pink wine.

I'm sorry.

Missy.
I'm Jake.

(both mouthing)

She a friend of yours?

Yeah, yeah,
we came here together.

Oh, oh, I'm sorry,
no, no, not like, like,

together-together,
but in a...

the same car together.

Just as friends, yeah.

We, um, we planned
these simultaneous Tinder dates.

Yeah. Just promised
to have each other's backs,

in case things
got a little awkward,

we could just slide in
and save each other.

Except, um, yeah,
my date stood me up.

Oh...

Don't say I never
gave you anything.

And, um, for the record.

It's not me, it's you.

(groaning, people gasping)

What did you say to him?

I'm not saying
that guy had Zika,

but I know a thing or
two about diseases,

and that guy looked like he
had a scary-ass case of Zika.

Is that who I think it is?

Master Wells.

I'm here to
investigate a young man

who's experienced what appeared
to be a supernatural seizure.

What, a rash growing up his arms
with glowing tendrils?

It's tendrilitis?

Oh, please, no. Is that a thing?

He's kind of weird about germs.

We came here
because we saw a guy

with the same freaky
symptoms. Yeah, her Tinder date.

Dude. Is that really
necessary information

that needs to be shared?

It seems many others

have been admitted
with the same symptoms.

Which room might I find
your paramour?

Tinder date.

Well...

Room B14.

(quietly):
B14.

I'd take salmonella over a
supernatural disease any day.

Well, just because Crane's here

doesn't mean
it's definitely supernatural.

I mean, there are dozens
of biological explanations

for these sort of symptoms.

Trust me,
it's monster flu.

(woman screams)

(Brad bellowing)

(demonic voice):
I hear your call.

I will join you.

You can't be in here!
(yelling)

(fire alarm ringing)

I really hate it
when you're right.

Good, just keep me posted
with any new information

you get, okay? Thank you.

The CDC reports similar cases
all around the Washington area.

They're testing every virus
and bacteria known to man;

no hits so far.

Someone with similar symptoms
just burst into flames

in Silver Spring.

They started a fire
that burned down

the whole wing of a hospital.

Look, these are isolated cases,
but if this keeps spreading,

this whole city could
burn to the ground.

Which may have been precisely
what happened the last time

this affliction reared
its head in Washington.

Master Wells, would you kindly
search the Secret Histories

for any entries penned
by Paul Jennings?

Of course.
Yes.

During the War of 1812,

the British forces
invaded Washington, D.C.

Now, 'tis common knowledge they
burned down the White House,

the Capitol Building--

In fact, half the city.

There have been thousands of
fires in D.C. over the years.

But very few have coincided
with the outbreak

of a virulent disease.

Documentation of
these tragic events

was penned, not by
President Madison,

but by a young servant

called Paul Jennings.

Servant, yes,
and White House slave.

Jennings was a great mind
who refused to be held back

by the mores of the day.

Look at this.

CRANE: According to
Master Jennings' account,

the morning the city burned,

pamphlets were hammered up
across the capital,

hours before
the British army attacked.

These were more than
a warning of British intent.

All those who read the pamphlets

came down with
a mysterious illness.

Whilst many turned their
backs

on the afflicted,
fearing cholera,

Master Jennings and the rest
of the White House staff

flung open their doors and
vowed to conquer this epidemic

by any means necessary.

With symptoms
ranging from high fevers

to pulsing hot rashes,

Master Jennings
labeled the sickness

"Influenza Incendium,"
or "Fire Flu "

I must join you.

Be still, let us tend to you.

Mother of mercy.

(demonic voice):
I will join you.

I will join you in the
flames!

(demonic bellowing
and crackling)

CRANE:
Paul Jennings was a hero.

And also, it seems,

the only one who understood
that a cursed pamphlet

caused the outbreak
of this dread influenza.

For this plague is spread

not by biological means...

but by language.

Well, that may have worked
in the War of 1812,

but nobody reads
pamphlets now.

Not unless they're
140 characters or less.

I think I know
how it's spreading.

My Tinder date was telling me

about this video
that he watched,

before he got sick.

It was posted on some kid named
Logan MacDonald's Picagram feed.

My guess is that somebody
hacked his account

and then embedded
the pamphlet's curse

into the video's source code.

Meaning that
whoever watches it

could get infected by this
Fire Flu that burned Washington.

Oh, my God.

Molly.

(softlv)=
Okay-

This is a real
viral video.

Has to be
Dreyfuss.

It does indeed.

But hunting Dreyfuss now
would be a costly distraction.

This curse is
out.

And we must contain it.

(phone line ringing)

Hello?

Jenny, put Molly on,
right now.

Hey, your mom wants to talk.

Hello?

Honey...

did you watch any videos
posted by Logan MacDonald?

Uh, Mom, no, why?

I 717 \ \1

Uh, no, why?

Jenny and I have been out
hiking, hanging in her trailer.

This is seriously
the best day even

Okay.

All right, honey, just, uh...

you can put Jenny back on.

Yeah?

There's a viral video

going around, it's infecting
people with an ancient curse.

Can you just make sure
that Molly's nowhere near

phones or computers today?

You got no problem.

Jenny,

thank you.

Okay, so, can we get back to
this whole Witness test thing?

Yeah, but, actually, it is
an ancient Buddhist tradition

used to help acolytes

determine which path to follow.

Anyone can use it who has
a question in their heart

they need answered,
not just Witnesses.

So, Buddhists like bananas?

Technically, it's supposed
to be a persimmon.

A symbol of joy
in the harvest.

Use your
imagination.

Okay, close your eyes.

Breathe in through your nose.

(inhales)

Out through your mouth.

(exhales)

Each one of these objects

gives off a distinct vibration.

Your mind should be tuned
to receive one of them.

You watched it.

Didn't you?

He kept
insisting.

I just... I-I wanted him
to shut up, so I hit play.

And now...

Whatever this Fire Flu
is, Jake...

...I'm infected.

I fear the worst, Agent
Thomas.

If this video
truly has gone viral,

thousands of lives could
hang in the balance.

Well, not even the government
can shut down the Internet.

I have heard great
orators of yore make hay

from more dire situations
than this, Agent Thomas.

Sometimes all the people need
are some words of leadership.

People of Washington!

Switch off your mobile devices!

They are
dangerous!

Your mobile device
is now a weapon!

Switch them off!

Now

Could've told you
that wasn't gonna work.

MAN:
Hey, hey. Stop.

(car honks) Stop! Stop!

You're gonna get
yourself killed!

Relax.
(woman groaning)

She's
infected.

(flames burst, woman screams)

We can fix this.
I have to get out of here.

If I don't, I could
burn this place down,

I could burn you.

We'll figure it out as soon
as Crane and Diana come back.

Yeah, and what
if we can't?

Look, my Tinder date said
that he watched the video

an hour before he got sick.

And I'm at, I'm at...

I'm at 55
minutes.

I won't let you go
through this alone, okay?

Jake, I'm not your
responsibility, okay?

You are my friend, Alex.

Ancl we're in this together,
whatever this is. (yells)

What are you
doing?

Alex.

Stop! Wait! Open the do...

Open it!

Alex! Alex!

Damn it!

Alex, she's infected.
she ran off down the tunnels.

What is going on? She
watched the video an hour ago.

She is burning
up.

If she's in the tunnels,
she's entered a maze.

She could emerge anywhere
in the city. (ringtone plays)

Alex, where the hell are you?

Don't try to come after me.

If you want to help,
just find a cure.

Alex, we can do that
with you here.

No. Moving, it...

it helps.

GHOSTLY VOICE:
Alex...

If I just follow the voice...

What voice?

GHOSTLY VOICE:
I need... you...

Alex?

A-Alex!

She's gone.

But she's alive.

And as long as she
is, we can find a cure.

Now, the first
course of action

lies here in the Vault,
so we will need

your expertise, Master Wells.

The contagion has been
stopped in the past,

it can be stopped again.

Master Wells.

(inhales, exhales)

You need to focus.

You
understand?

Yes, sir.

Good man.

DIANA:
Jake.

Just now, on the street,
we saw an infected woman.

Her back was glowing,
it looked like a triangle,

with Arabic writing around it.

(quietly):
Arabic...

Arabic...

I know that symbol.

I've seen one just like that
in the Histories.

JAKE:
Where is it?

Here.

Very good, Master Wells.

Of course.

This is Master Jennings'
handwriting.

Okay, we're on
the right trail.

It seems Master Jennings
had other duties beyond those

in his work for the Madisons.

He was, in fact,
an operative of Agency 355.

He worked in this very vault.

CRANE:
He was not the only one.

There was a team.

Samuel Wilson,
butcher and patriot,

who would go down in history
as the legendary "Uncle Sam."

Davy Crockett,
frontiersman, congressman,

and hero
of the Texas Revolution.

Master Paul Jennings,
White House slave,

and eventually,
a freed abolitionist.

And Sacagawea,

Native American guide,
and the real powerhouse

behind the famed
Lewis and Clark Expedition.

It seems their exploits
were legion,

and described in this volume.

The truest expression
of Washington's dream...

Okay, normally,
I'd be right there with you,

geeking out, Mr. Crane,
but how is this gonna help Alex?

Well, it says here Master
Jennings' experiments

with the cursed Pamphlet
soon revealed

that the hex in question was
the curse of an Arabian demon

known as a Djinn.

Or as the French
would come to call it,

genie.

Finally a monster I know.

Okay, so we're after
a blue guy that grants wishes

and lives in a lamp?

No, a PG version, maybe.

Real Djinn are said to be
very, very powerful demons

made of smokeless,
scorching fire.

Here.

The curse transmits
the symbol of the Djinn

onto the flesh who read it.

They are then compelled
to find the Djinn's lair...

...where it consumes their
life force with his flames.

Alex is on her way to burn and
I could've stopped her just now?

No. No you could not.

Restraining the
cursed is futile.

Jake, had you successfully
held her back...

She would've burst into flames.

You-you said that Jennings
and his crew stopped this thing.

HOW?

CRANE: With the city
burning, the Vault team knew

that their only hope
of finding the Djinn

was for one of its own
to read the pamphlet

and take on its fatal curse.

In the end, the task fell
to Samuel Wilson,

who took the infection
upon himself,

allowing the others to follow
him to the Djinn's nest.

Once there, Mr. Jennings used

an ancient tome
of weather magiks

to summon a powerful tempest.

He flooded
the Djinn's lair

and struck it down
with unholy lightning.

"The Storm That
Saved Washington."

The very same. Here.

The White House
fire of 1814

was quelled
by a sudden thunderstorm.

A-And Uncle Sam.

Did he survive the infection?

Many people have.
Remember that.

But...

in this instance, no.

By the time the team arrived,

Wilson had been consumed.

Master Wells.

No. Not...

No, not this time.

No, not today.

Not Alex.

(distorted voice): Burn.

You burn...

You must burn for me.

You must join the eternal flame.

I am ready to burn with you.

A good man named August Corbin
showed me this ritual.

He wanted to help guide me,
to show me that even when life

feels like it's spinning
out of control,

I can always find a way back.

But what if I choose
the wrong one?

There is no wrong choice.

All of these paths have
value.

Just listen to your heart
and you'll choose true.

What does it
mean?

When I did this ceremony,

I picked the crossbow.

Chose the destiny
of a warrior.

But the bowl means that the path
laid out before you,

should you choose to walk it,

is that of an oracle.

Someone with insight
into people's minds,

someone able to
see into people's souls

as easily as looking
into a mirror.

(bowl ringing)

Oh.

Pretty. Be ca reful.

I know it doesn't
look like much...

Molly? Molly?

Can you hear me?

JENNY (echoing):
Molly...

molly!

Talk to me. Are you okay?

I saw something terrible.

It-it was Mr. Crane,

but he was so... he was so old,

and so... and so alone,
and...

As soon as we find Alex,
we hit her with this.

It's a special blend
of acetaminophen

and North African Wormwood,

courtesy of Jenny's
alternative medicine cabinet.

Should cause a rapid drop
in body temperature.

Very good, Agent Thomas.

Master Wells and I

have been busy
assembling the necessaries

to battle the Djinn.

Only problem is we still don't
know how to find this thing.

I tried tracing that video
back to its original IP,

you know, find the Djinn
at its source code,

but whoever hacked Logan
MacDonald's account

knows their stuff.

Which is why I
must take the curse

upon myself and lead you there.

Just as Mr. Samuel Wilson did
many years ago.

Crane, we can't let you do that.

I am a Witness,

a title that has never been
more apropos.

I have a responsibility.

To witness this curse,
to ward off evil,

and to ensure that none
of you become casualties

of a supernatural war
you did not choose to fight.

So.

I'm sorry, Mr. Crane,

but... I made my own choice,

and I'm pretty sure
you're not gonna like it.

You already watched it.

Just 20 minutes ago.

Jake“

Why would you do that?

We could've found anyone
who was infected

and put a GPS on their ankle.

Every second that we waste,

Alex moves one step closer
to those flames,

and this was the fastest way
to track her down.

Besides...

...she would've done
the same thing for me.

CRANE:
Samuel Wilson

and the Agency of yore

would be most proud of you,
Master Wells.

Through your gallantry,
their legacy endures.

Oh, there's nothing
gallant about it.

I'm a germophobe with a
supernatural virus inside of me.

I'm scared to death.

But I can't let Alex
go through this alone.

(grunting)

Jake? Jake?
Jake?

Stay with us. Can you hear
me?

I hear a voice.

The Djinn summons him.

(gasping)

I know where Alex is.

You certain this is the
place?

Yeah. I know what I saw.

Might be right.
I think I saw this place

on a list
of Dreyfuss's holdings.

They're gonna turn it
into a server farm.

What farm?

It's where the Internet happens.

Big place for the Djinn
to spread its infection.

Hey, if this thing
takes control of me,

you get Alex out,
no matter what.

We will get both of you out.

No. See, I don't
think you heard me.

If something happens

and I become one of
those infected things,

I want you to forget about me
and you do whatever it takes

to get her to safety,
okay?

And, look,
if I don't make it out...

my complete wave one Captain
Beast Smash Force action figures

collection must stay mint
in the box forever.

All right? No kid's dirty little
paws can ever touch them.

Understand?

You have my word.

Then let's do this.

(people muttering incoherently)

There's so many of them.

Alex! You in here?

Alex!

(people groaning, muttering)

How did a storm
save the city from that?

Master Logan lives.

And Alex!

Alex!

Hey, Genie!

Over here!

We will all burn together
in his flames.

Jake?

(Diana grunts)

Jake. Ah!

DIANA:
Crane!

Watch out!

Crane, where are you?

(grunts)

Agent Thomas!

'Tis time to summon
that lightning!

Come.

(echoing):
You must burn for me.

You must join...
Jake.

...the eternal flame.

DIANA: Crane,
I don't have a shot.

Jake!

CRANE:
Agent Thomas!

(screaming)

DIANA:
Crane, you with me?

Jake? Alex?
Somebody talk to me.

(people
muttering)

We good?

Never better.

I can't... I can't hear
his voice in my head anymore.

YOU

I am so never using
a dating app again.

Hey-
Hey-

So... you saved me.

Yeah, well, apparently,
you saved me, too.

Sure, but... after you saved me.
(laughs)

Who's splitting hairs?

Thanks, Jake.

You really came through for me.

Did you think I wouldn't?

No, it's not that I didn't.

It's just...
you risked everything for me,

and no one's ever done anything
like that for me before.

It's... it's okay.

You'll hit me back, right?

Yeah. I'll hit you back.

Sure you're not
still feeling feverish?

Shut up.

DIANA: Oh.

We can come back.

No, we good.

Yeah, no, we're all good.

Where did this come from?

You'd be amazed what this
place has in its storage closet. Huh.

Davy Crockett?
What did I miss?

Turns out our agency
has a pedigree.

Paul Jennings,
Davy Crockett, Sacagawea.

Every one of them is
an American hero,

and they all worked right here
in this room together.

ALEX: I always
thought Daniel Boone

was the one
who wore the fur cap.

Ah, technically, they both did.
Guys, you're missing the point.

We are the occupational

descendent of real heroes.

You don't seem...
yourself.

No, I'm fine, fine.

If I'm honest, Agent
Thomas...

...a heavy burden
weighs upon me.

"This letter of
Mark and Reprisal

"empowers me as First President
of the United States

to appoint Captain Ichabod Crane
Commanding Officer to..."

George Washington put you
in charge of this agency?

Look at them.

Oh, yeah, for sure.

They are true of
heart.

They fought bravely today.

What of tomorrow's
battles?

Or the next?

JAKE:
...but that's just me.

What if my war on evil...

leads one of them
to an early grave?

That's just leadership,
Crane.

Perhaps.

Those decisions should
wait for another day.

Compatriots.

Heroes all.

Might I suggest
we gather for a moment,

and celebrate today's victory
in the great tradition

of 355 agents of yore...

with a commemorative... selfie!

Are we smiling?
I never smile.

I'm smiling.
Say "prunes."

Who says prunes?
Uh, back in the day,

people did say "prunes"
instead of "cheese."

Yeah, puckered lips were
really cool back then.

I miss normal people.

Prunes!
Prunes!

That's good.
(all laugh)

It's blurry.
You're blurry.

(Diana laughs)

Thank you so much for looking
after Molly. Yeah, of course.

How was it? It was great...

(chuckles)
...but, uh, we were...

doing a meditation and she
saw something that scared her.

A vision, and
Crane was in it,

but he wasn't himself.

He was old,

and tired and very, very afraid.

What does it
mean?

I think... something's
coming.

Not something, Miss Jenny.

Someone.

That server
farm--

It's owned by a subsidiary
of Dreyfuss Enterprises.

We know he summoned
this creature

and ravaged our noble city
with its pestilence.

The only question
remaining...

is Why?

Stars.

Stars are so passé,

don't you think?

I much prefer the
Ansa.

Did you know the Hindus
used the Ansa

to symbolize life after
death?

Very nice, Malcolm.

On the downside,

your outbreak
has been contained.

The security footage
at the server farm

shows Ichabod Crane and his team
managing to infiltrate...

Whoa. Team?

Is that really what you'd call

that merry band of
degenerates, lobe?

I have witnessed
the future in motion,

and there is nothing

that Crane and his so-called...

uh, sorry, what was it again?

Team.
...team can do

to stop this future
from unfolding,

now that I am assembling

a team...

of my own.

I'm afraid you're
right, Jobe.

Crane--

He did manage
to stop the outbreak,

but not before I got

everything I needed from it.

(footsteps approaching)

A hero's welcome

to the man of the hour!

(laughs)

Yes, our very own...

patient zero.

(laughs)

He who sent the Picagram

heard 'round the world.

Every second I feel stronger,

like I'm leaving my body
and becoming something more.

So much more, Logan.

Are the others
here yet?

Patience, patience,
my overzealous millennial.

(laughs)

We're still waiting for a few
more of your brethren to rise.

America...

wasn't built in a day.

She won't be brought
to her knees in one day, either.

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