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Previously on "Brilliant Minds"...

Shoot your shot, Dr. Pierce,

or somebody else will.

I didn't realize you two were...

A total heat score?

So she's how you know what the kids are saying?

Dr. Porter's speech was about me.

I'm the doctor who treated his mother.

He blames me for ruining his life,

and he came here to return the favor.

- What is this? - An address.

It's where your father is.

I knew we'd meet sooner or later.

But who are you?

Sofia. I live in the unit upstairs.

She was struggling with insomnia,

so I brought her in for a sleep study off the books.

Wait. She was in the sleep study room

during the gas leak and she's okay?

Hudson Oaks is giving resort vibes.

Yeah, well, that's how they lure you in.

Wolfie, what are you doing here?

I'm here to save you.

Can you send over any data that was collected

during a sleep study today?

Where is Sofia?

I didn't know. Wait, wait, wait.

You ladies want to keep the night going?

Yeah. Where's the after party...

- your dorm room? - Come on.

I can give you something to write home about.

Oh. In a twin bed?

You wish.

Hey!

Denise, what the hell?!

Where are you going?!

Oh!

I'm here to do some business.

This is Oliver.

Uh, leave a message.

Hey. It's me again.

I wanted to see how you were holding up after our talk.

I also had some questions about Sofia.

Uh, call me back, or we can connect at work.

Mom, I said I would help you load my cello.

Uh, do these biceps look like they need help?

Oh, my God, can you just remember...

Pick up your cello bow from the repair shop.

On my list.

Hey. You are prepared.

The recital's gonna be amazing.

Wolf's still coming, right?

He's the reason I lobbied for Bach.

Of course! He wouldn't miss it.

Good.

I'm glad you're coming with a friend,

because I think Dad is bringing Rebecca.

Oh. Well...

good for him.

Do you think Ericka's buried under there?

I guess she does have a fatal flaw.

Well, can't worry about laundry when you're saving lives.

You know, my lease is about to end.

My landlord wants to double my rent.

He can't do that.

There are laws against that.

Aren't there?

Maybe instead of taking him to court,

I was thinking we could move in together.

Wow. Uh...

Huge step. Uh...

Yes.

- Yes? - Yes. Yeah.

And I-I promise I will go Marie Kondo

on Ericka's ass if I need to.

You think I want to live with you and Ericka?

Generally, couples don't have a roommate.

Yeah, right. Totally.

I-I know that.

But I would just feel so bad

asking Ericka to move out after...

What happened to Ericka's apartment was awful.

But that was over six months ago.

You're not her keeper.

And I'm sure she's sick of sleeping on a sofa bed.

And just imagine, us with this entire place to ourselves,

the things that we'll get into... or out of.

Mm.

Thank you.

Hey! Excuse me, Doctor guy.

- Mm? - You on the clock?

- Yeah. - Great.

My girlfriend has been waiting since 4:00 a.m.,

and I can't go to my temp job in these thigh-highs.

Damn night shift always leaving me a surprise.

Alright. You ladies have a big night?

- Only two drinks. - No. Plus a shot.

No. Fireball doesn't count.

It doesn't affect me.

- Mm. - It seems like something affected your shoulder.

Looks dislocated.

You want to tell me what happened?

I get panic attacks.

I have been for the past few months.

This time it was bad.

My heart started racing,

and, then, next thing I knew, I was down on the street.

I don't know what happened.

You have no medical history.

You've never seen a doctor for anxiety?

Well, who has the time?

Hey! Cutie with the curls!

My girl wants to know if you're single.

Sheila, shut up!

- But are you? - Mm?

Yeah. But I don't bat for your team.

- Oh! - I know, I know.

Your outfits are fire, though.

Thank you, baby.

Alright.

Wow. How did you do that?

- Oh, years of slumming it in the E.D. - Ha!

Let's just make sure that this joint is stable.

Alright?

Stop.

It feels like my heart is gonna beat out of my chest.

Any drugs? I'm the guy you tell.

- No! - No.

Never.

That rate is too fast to be real.

Got to be monitor artifact.

You stick around for a while.

I'd like to run a few tests,

have one of my colleagues from Neuro have a look at you.

Meantime, the bacon, egg, and cheese across the street

always cures my hangovers.

Wolf didn't show up to work today.

Well, it's not the first time he's gone AWOL.

Maybe he smuggled a patient out to Coney Island

to remind them how much they love Ferris wheels.

This is serious, Josh.

I haven't heard from him all weekend.

Now he misses a day on call?

I have a bad feeling.

Okay. Slow down.

We both had concerns about Wolf,

but he's been on his A-game recently.

That's his M.O., Josh.

He throws himself into work

when his personal life is in chaos.

God. I should have seen this coming.

I've been bracing myself for a breakdown

ever since his dad came back.

I just wish he hadn't lost you in the process.

Come on. I was a blip.

You were not a blip.

But if it makes you feel any better,

I think Dr. Porter did even more damage.

- Wait. Were they... - Oh, God, no.

Charlie's mom died of cancer when he was a kid.

It turns out Wolf was her doctor.

And there's something else.

Right after the carbon monoxide leak,

Wolf was inconsolable.

Apparently, there was a patient named Sofia.

He left her in the sleep study room.

He said she was a friend of his dad's.

What do you mean, he left her?

- Was she okay? - Y-Yes.

But how can someone inhale carbon monoxide for hours

in an enclosed room and still be okay?

- It didn't make sense to me. - Mnh-mnh.

So I watched all the footage from the sleep study,

and all I saw was Wolf in that room, alone,

and, then, an empty bed.

I don't think Sofia exists.

Um... you... you think that Wolf hallucinated a patient?

When we were younger,

Wolf would experiment with hallucinogens,

and he would imagine entire conversations with his dad.

But, Josh, this felt different.

I got to go see him.

Got to go to his house.

- I'll come with you. - No.

No. He wouldn't want you to see him like this.

Look. I can handle him.

I've put him back together before, and...

I can do it again.

- Good news. - Everything seems normal.

We're gonna run a few more tests,

but your neuro exam looks promising so far.

- So it was just a panic attack? - Possibly.

But panic attacks don't always come out of nowhere.

Was there something that could have triggered one?

Um... nothing comes to mind.

I thought I was done with these attacks.

I've made changes.

Well, the body's memory of panic

can last far longer than you'd expect.

Rafael is going to perform an echocardiogram

to make sure nothing's going on with your heart.

We'll touch base after that.

Okay.

Cortina to E.D.

Okay. Any thoughts?

She described symptoms, but nothing objective.

It's all normal.

I think she's been through something.

And not just from the fall.

She seems overwhelmed.

Yeah, well, the E.D. can have that effect on people.

Her tox screens confirm that she's negative for any drugs,

so let's observe her down here

and discharge her if there aren't any surprises.

Well, I have one surprise.

I check the missing person bulletin board on the daily

because I care...

...and because I really want to be on a true-crime documentary.

But your girl Denise is on the NYPD's Missing Persons list.

Crap.

Are you with Postmates?

Uh, I swear I canceled my order within the allotted time.

No, I'm not with Post...

Uh, I'm sorry. Who are you?

Brad.

- Who are you? - I'm Carol Pierce.

I'm a friend of Wolf's. Is he here?

I wish.

I thought we were friends, too.

Until he disappeared.

- Disappeared? - Yeah.

The guy straight up ghosted me. Just vanished.

Yeah, Oliver hasn't been home in three days.

So... Brad, is it?

Yeah.

How did you and Wolf meet?

At a bar. DeMane's on Christopher Street.

Wolf's never been a fan of bars or clubs.

They overwhelm him.

'Cause of the whole face-blind thing?

I thought he was messing with me.

A gay guy who can't remember faces...

sounds like a lot of my hookups.

But trust me.

Oliver enjoyed himself that night.

I was complaining about my Airbnb,

so he said I could crash here for a while.

Wolf also doesn't do one-night stands.

Well, maybe you don't know him as well as you think.

Did he mention someone named Sofia?

Yeah.

Yeah. T-That's who took him to DeMane's.

- So you met her? - No.

Uh, he said they came together, but she left early.

So you have no clue where he's been sleeping

- the past few days? - Sorry.

I wish I could help.

Work.

I need to go.

And you do, too.

Yeah.

Here... is my number.

If you hear from him, call me.

Denise, one of the nurses found something unexpected

that we wanted to talk to you about.

You're on the NYPD Missing Persons list.

Did you know that?

Uh... uh...

No. But... yeah, I guess you could say

I went absent without leave.

As your doctors, we are not obligated

to report your whereabouts to anyone.

But we do want to ask, are you alright?

If you're in danger, we can help you.

You can relax.

I wasn't, like, chained to a basement or anything

if that's what you're thinking.

But I do appreciate your...

uh, discretion.

Do you want to talk about why you went missing

or the people you don't want to find you?

If I wanted a therapy session, I'd put on some Mel Robbins.

You want to help me?

Figure out what's going on with my body?

If you can't, then just let me get the hell out of here.

Mm-hmm.

Okay. So, she definitely wasn't kidnapped.

Well, she's too young to be having a midlife crisis.

Maybe the mob is after her.

Or loan sharks.

Or a bad boyfriend.

Yeah. Wolf would be all over this.

Where is he, anyway?

I'm not sure. I paged him.

Must be running late.

So I guess there's a first time for everything.

Well, look at you,

riding elevators like it's no big thing.

Not bad, right?

Therapy has really helped.

I wish I'd started five years earlier.

But growth.

Uh, speaking of

I-I have something to ask you on the home front.

I know, I know. I have been a complete slob lately,

which is why I have hired a cleaning service.

And don't argue with me. I'm paying for it.

Hmm.

You good, Pierce?

Making house calls now?

Don't tell me Wolf is rubbing off on you?

I'm not in the mood for your quips about Wolf.

Well, okay. Honestly, I envy the guy.

He gets to monopolize all your time.

Why do you do that?

Do what?

Flirt with me.

Is it for sport?

You have a girlfriend?

I had a fling. It's long over.

You didn't answer my question.

What in the world?

Calm down!

Denise, calm down!

Denise, I need you to calm down.

I think you're having another panic attack!

I can't stay in this bed!

I'm gonna have to give her something.

That's better. You okay?

Okay. Whatever that was,

it's a hell of a lot more serious than a panic attack.

And, then, she came out of it just like that,

and she's a bit nauseous right now.

Otherwise, Denise is back to normal.

But if that's what she's calling a panic attack,

then she's misdiagnosed herself.

And she still won't open up to us about why she's missing,

so this could still be psych.

Maybe being back here

is triggering some traumatic memory,

like the ballerina with the ICU PTSD.

Psych is a diagnosis of exclusion.

What other tests do we have pending?

Thyroid function. Echo was normal.

With that hypertension,

it could be renal artery stenosis.

I'll order an ultrasound.

I'll page tech to prioritize it.

Her head CT was normal, but we'll get an MRI.

I'm just worried that we're missing something.

Eh, give her time. As Wolf says,

she'll declare herself one way or the other.

God. He's gone one morning, and I'm already quoting the man.

Where is Dr. Wolf? He's usually here before us.

Down for the count with the flu.

None of you have heard from him?

Has Wolf always let you break into his office?

Man.

Desperate times, desperate measures.

I didn't find anything at his place

except for some guy named Brad.

I'm sorry. Brad?

W-Who's Brad?

Chiseled brunette Wolf picked up at a bar.

Tell me, is it customary to let a one-night stand

stay at your place for days while you're MIA?

It's not like Wolf to let anyone

stay at his place till morning.

How chiseled?

Never mind. Doesn't matter.

Should we call the police?

I already checked with my contacts.

Off the record, nothing.

Maybe we should try Muriel. He could be with her.

If there's one person he's not with, it's his mother.

Besides, she's back in Turks and Caicos,

and I wouldn't want to worry her.

Okay. Um, let's look for any mention of the name Sofia...

any kind of proof that she is a real patient of his.

I'm just gonna call him.

Nichols, don't you think I've been trying to do that all day?

- Maybe he'll pick up for me. - 'Cause you're that special.

We have no way of reaching him.

Oh, hey.

- Hey. - Are you coming over tonight?

Uh, I'm making lasagna,

and I need to know if I should use cashew cheese.

Oh. I'm working a double.

Regular mozzarella it is.

I...

don't mean to overstep,

but we both know how anxiety-inducing

some conversations can be for her.

But Dana and I were talking about

officially moving in together.

Wow!

I'm so happy for both of you.

- Congratulations. - Thanks.

We're... We're excited, too.

This just came up this morning,

and, like, obviously, there's no rush for you to find a place.

You're welcome to crash on the couch for as long as you want.

Oh!

No, I... that's very nice of you,

but I don't want to overstay my welcome.

I've been the third wheel in the apartment lately.

Don't worry. I totally get it.

Oh.

Oh, I got to go.

Dr. Lionel, please call...

What's going on?

She was fine when she came from the E.D.

A little nauseous, so we gave her some meds, and then...

- Hey. - Denise, tell me how you're feeling.

Who are you? What's going on?

We need to get her heart rate and pressure down.

Let's get 20 milligrams IV labetalol.

Looks like she declared herself.

She's gonna stroke out if we don't get that pressure down.

I'm on it.

Pressure's going up.

Let's give her another 20 and get her on a drip.

I don't feel right. What is happening?

We are figuring it out.

- The one day Wolf isn't here... - Ye of little faith, Kinney.

Dr. Dang, what do you see?

It all spikes at once.

It's like we gave her epinephrine, but we didn't.

It's coming from her body.

And I prescribed metoclopramide for nausea.

She's in pheo crisis.

Okay. It all hangs together.

The meds we're giving could kill her.

You're gonna be okay. We've got it.

Can I help you fellas?

Yeah. We're looking for one of your patients...

Denise Rivera.

The hospital cannot give out information.

If a patient wants visitors, they'll be in contact.

I want to go home.

Dad...

we can't leave until we find Denise.

Denise?

Your daughter. Our sister.

She's been missing, remember?

I take it your father's dealing with dementia?

Yeah, for a while now.

Think I'd be used to it, but...

It never really gets easier.

Yeah, listen. You got to help us, alright?

Denise is my sister.

That's her brother Joey and our dad, Santi...

- I'm sorry. I still can't. - Listen. Sheila called,

okay, and said Denise was here.

I know you got to do your job, but...

we haven't seen or heard from our sister in a month.

Okay? We're worried sick about her.

Please.

Because of Dr. Dang's suspicion,

we sent off several very specific tests.

I've never seen a positive result until today.

You have what's called a pheochromocytoma...

a rare, noncancerous tumor

that releases adrenaline into the body.

So when I have those episodes,

I'm not just, like, freaking out?

They probably feel like an anxiety attack, but they're not.

They're caused by a tumor.

If I may, it's as if this tumor

is flooding your body with cocaine.

It's why your chest pounds and your head aches,

and why you feel like you can't breathe.

And certain things can activate this tumor,

like the meds you received for nausea

or stress or exercise or even touch.

Touch.

You got to be kidding.

Well, can you take the tumor out?

Pheos can be difficult to find.

We'll need imaging to find yours.

But the good news is that now we know

what meds to give you and what not to give you.

The best thing that you can do is try to stay calm.

Cutie with the curls.

Denise, my love.

Your dad and brothers are here in the waiting room.

Jesus.

Sheila must have told them I was here.

Does my dad seem okay?

He does.

I get the impression they've been really worried about you.

Denise, you don't have to do anything you're not ready for.

Tell them that I'm fine and tell them to leave.

I can't do this.

Okay.

As I understand,

the people you've been running from are your family members?

Denise, if your safety is at risk...

Oh, it's not like that.

My dad has advanced dementia.

For the last few years since my mom died,

I've been his full-time caregiver.

And by full-time, I mean every day, all day.

I get him out of bed in the morning,

get him cleaned up.

I drive him everywhere.

He can't leave the house without me.

And that's the easy stuff.

My dad was my everything,

my absolute hero.

He used to carry me on his shoulders,

and now I carry him to the bath.

It breaks my heart.

And you were doing all of this on your own?

I guess it's "Only Daughter" syndrome.

My brothers are pretty much useless.

I brought Joey back from the edge after his divorce.

I do Dom's taxes for him.

I'm basically everyone's mother.

They just assumed I wanted the job.

Hmm. If there were another you, another life,

what would you be doing?

My mom owned a salon.

I used to think I'd be a stylist like her.

But, then, I barely even had time to brush my own hair.

Well, was there a specific event

that led you to leave?

The episodes...

the ones I thought were panic attacks.

They started a few months ago.

It was like my body telling me

that staying in that house would kill me.

So I came to the city, crashed with my friend Sheila.

We went out.

It was the most fun I'd had in years.

And one night turned into two,

then three, then a week.

I-I was still having attacks, but not as often,

so I thought I'd made the right decision for myself.

But I felt so guilty about it.

Last night, I saw my brother Dom outside of a nightclub,

and it just felt easier to run away than to face what I'd done.

Hmm.

You need to get that?

Uh, apologies.

I have a patient I'm worried about.

Um, did you know that 48 million people in this country

are going through what you're going through right now?

We are in a caretaking crisis.

But you do have options.

Have you ever considered assisted living for your dad?

Yes.

But I can't imagine having that conversation with him.

- Mm. - It would break his heart.

And mine, too.

I told myself it's something I would never do.

They often say that dementia is harder on the family members

than it is on the person suffering from the disease.

But giving yourself a break, Denise...

it can help you become

a better daughter and caretaker for your dad.

And sometimes you got to have those hard conversations,

even if you're scared about the outcome.

Well, this is not what we expected.

Typically, these types of adrenaline-producing tumors

develop near the kidneys,

but we found yours...

in your spine.

Well, that sounds terrifying.

Which is why it's a good thing

we have an expert neurosurgeon here who can remove it.

We'll need to work delicately to make sure

that we don't do damage to the spinal cord itself

and, also, to keep the tumor

from spilling adrenaline into your bloodstream.

I expect you will make it through safely.

But in a surgery like this one, there are no guarantees.

So I could die.

Well, avoiding the surgery would be much more dangerous.

We've already seen what this tumor can do.

I knew something awful was going on in my body.

I could feel it.

Is my family still here?

Hey.

Do you want to check out an apartment with me tonight?

It's walking distance to the hospital.

But you love to run to work.

I have to find a new route

now that you and Katie are moving in together.

Wait.

Did Katie tell you that?

She shouldn't have said anything.

I wanted to talk to you first.

Well, I'm sure she just wanted to help.

Either way, I think it's great.

Isn't it great?

Well, that's what you're supposed to want to do

when you're dating someone, right?

I don't think that matters.

What do you want?

I want...

to keep my life the way it is.

I love my job.

I love living with my best friend.

And I love...

dating Katie.

But I'm not ready to live with her.

I don't know if I can tell her that.

Do you want me to tell her?

Katie and I have gotten great at communicating.

Do you two want to move in together?

Okay. If I can tell someone

that they have a tumor on their spine that might kill them,

I can tell my girlfriend that I'm not ready to play house.

Um...

Hey. Uh, you got a sec?

Yeah. I'm about to head back out.

- What's going on? - Um...

I have to tell you something.

I'm not ready to move in together.

Okay.

Is this you breaking up with me?

No. Of course not. Uh...

I don't want us to move in together

just because it's convenient.

And I don't want to kick Ericka out.

I'm sorry I told Ericka.

I just know that you avoid difficult conversations.

No, I take my time thinking about difficult conversations.

But I-I should have been honest with you this morning.

Is there something else you're holding in?

Well, I'm not exactly over the fact

that you didn't pick me at kickball.

Dana, oh, my God. That was like a million years ago.

I know. But it was embarrassing.

And that moment still pops into my head every so often.

I felt so rejected.

Sometimes you make these passive-aggressive remarks

about my being a rule follower, about my anxiety.

And sometimes I just wondered,

do you even like me?

Dana, I love you.

You do?

Yeah.

And I have my hangups, too.

Like, sometimes I feel like if it was in between me and Ericka,

you would choose her every time.

And I don't want to feel like a third wheel

in my own relationship.

Oh! This makes me feel like the jealous girlfriend trope.

I don't need to choose between you two.

She's my sister.

And you're my girlfriend.

You're my McDreamy.

I much prefer McSteamy.

Okay.

Can I help you?

Yeah. I have several missed calls from here

on Oliver Wolf's phone.

I don't appreciate you hanging up on me

when I rang back.

Name doesn't ring a bell.

Don't play with me.

I just need to know why you called him.

Hey, look.

Wolf is a friend of the Hudson Riders

and a longtime customer,

which comes with a level of discretion.

No, you look. I am a psychiatrist,

so I don't need you explaining to me what discretion is, okay?

I'm also Wolf's closest friend.

- So if... - Well, I'll be damned.

Rosie!

Oh!

Hey. Stand up straight and show some respect.

Dr. Pierce here is family.

How you been?

Oh, you know...

I love Wyatt, but nothing with that man is easy.

Now more than ever.

I'm gonna take you walking in here today

as my sign to book an appointment.

Well, my office is always open.

Well, if you're looking for Wolf, he stopped in last night.

Oh, thank God.

He was acting funny, though.

Looking to sell his bike.

Sell his bike?

Yeah. That's what I said.

But he was adamant he didn't need it anymore.

We were already calling him

because we found a buyer willing to pay full ask.

Okay. Please do not sell his bike under any circumstance.

You hear that, Billy?

Wolf's bike ain't for sale anymore.

We'll call you if he drops back in.

Okay. Thank you. Rosie.

I know in the past,

some of you have covered for Wolf.

But if that is what is happening today,

I am begging you to stop.

I lied earlier.

Um, Wolf isn't out sick.

I've been trying to get in touch with him for days.

He's not home,

he's not answering his phone,

and apparently, he tried to sell his motorcycle.

I have been through a lot with him,

but these are some serious red flags.

If you hear from him

or have any idea where he might be,

you have to tell me.

We haven't heard from him.

- Promise. - You'll be the first person

I tell if I hear anything.

He isn't exactly talking to me.

Or me.

Please let us know when you find him.

Will do, Dr. Porter.

The surgery wasn't easy, but you did well.

We were able to remove the tumor completely.

No more panic attacks?

That's right. New lease on life.

Thank you, Dr. Nichols.

Of course. You will need several weeks to recover.

I'll, uh, let you have some time with your family

to sort that out.

Thank you, uh, for taking good care of Denise.

We had no idea she was so sick.

Yeah. That's what happens

when you only care about yourself.

You're right.

Joey and I haven't been there for you,

so we've been thinking.

We know you need more help with dad.

And it's hard with my job and Joey's DJ gigs.

But we're gonna give you your weekends back.

I'll take Saturdays. Joey's got Sundays.

See? Reunited and it feels so good!

Let's give Denise a minute here, yeah?

That's okay. I can do this.

I love you, Dad.

But I got to be honest.

I need help.

I can't take care of you on my own,

especially right now while I'm recovering from surgery.

Two days off is something, but it's not enough.

I want us to consider an assisted-living facility.

What are you talking about?

We've provided Denise with some great referrals,

and insurance should help with the cost.

It's around-the-clock, professional care.

For what it's worth,

I had to make the same decision for my mom.

Ironic, right...

a nurse who couldn't take care of his own mom.

But I couldn't give her the help she needed.

It was really hard, but she's happy.

And she's cute. She could use a boyfriend.

I think it could be good for us, you know?

For all of our relationships.

But, also, for dad.

He deserves better care than I'm able to give him.

And I want to go back to being your daughter.

Sunday dinner.

I'd never miss it.

Morris, hi.

Yeah. Uh, I need a favor.

Can you please pick up Maya's cello bow from the repair shop?

Morris, please.

I'm always making concessions, changing custody schedules.

I am asking you for this one thing!

Thank you.

Dr. Pierce?

I know one place Wolf could be that you haven't checked yet...

his dad's apartment.

What are you talking about?

Um...

After the holiday gala, I gave Wolf his address.

Okay. And how could you possibly know where Noah lives?

I...

hired a private eye when I first started working here.

I wanted to dig up some dirt on Wolf.

It was petty and childish.

I know that now.

I-I think I wanted him to suffer the way that I did.

Wolf has suffered enough in his life.

Give me the damn address now.

You need help.

I sure hope you get it.

Hello?

Hey, Dr. Wolf. You feeling better?

Well, uh...

Uh, w-where... where... where is it?

Where is it?

What are you looking for?

- I can help. - Sofia's file!

I need it.

I'm sorry. Er, did you take it?

No, no. I didn't... I didn't take it.

What, are you hiding it from me, or... or...

- Where is it? - I have it... your file.

It's in my office.

Yeah. Come with me.

Okay. Um...

I'm sorry.

You want to talk about it?

How is he?

I hear you're looking for Sofia's file.

They took it.

- Who took it? - Hudson Oaks.

They don't want any record of her

because they're keeping her there.

She's trapped.

I want to help you, Wolf.

I know you're having a hard time.

I was looking for you all day, actually.

I've been thinking about...

how when you've had trouble in the past,

we... we tackled it together, just us.

Now I'm wondering if...

Carol, please. I don't have time.

I have to find Sofia. They took her.

I need to go to Hudson Oaks to save her.

Will you help me?

You want to go to Hudson Oaks

to save Sofia?

I need to.

Okay.

I'll help you.

Okay.

Uh, just don't tell my mom, because she...

You know, she worries.

And I don't think she'd understand.

Yep.

Yeah. I won't say a thing.

Go ahead, Wolf.

It's for the best.

Everything's gonna be okay.

You'll be safe here, and I'll see you soon.

Okay?

As soon as I get Sofia out of here...

You ready?

Right this way.

Hey, Morris, thanks for picking up her bow.

Um, I'm on my way there now.

Please save me a seat. Alright, thanks.

Oh.

No.

No, no, no, no, no!

Oh, God.

Hey.

Um, are you busy?

This will get you to the station

a couple of miles from here.

I'll follow you, just in case.

I, um, can't thank you enough.

I flirt with you, girl, because...

How can I not?

Can I ask one more favor?

Excuse me.

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