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Jenkins!

Jenkins, I need a door!

Yes, I realize I'm in the woods, that's precisely why I need a door!

Hey fellas, I'm not the problem, uh, this is the problem.

This oni bell. See, when you ring it,

the place becomes crawling with...

Never mind that. You're gonna feel a lot better when I'm gone.

Jenkins, I'm coming!

Ha-ha!

Neat trick!

That thing's getting better and better.

Speaking of better, me.

This is the last of the objects of power

that we have to keep out of Prospero's hands.

Well done, sir.

Which means I am done.

Discharged all my duties,

reclaimed all the artifacts, and now officially have

nothing to do.

Where is everybody?

Hello?

Not saying that I'm in this job for the praise,

but last of the Library's artifacts?

- Jenkins. - Sir?

- Where are the others? - Other what, sir?

The other Librarians.

- And Eve. - Eve?

My Guardian.

Sir, you don't have a Guardian.

And you're the only Librarian in the world.

So, you don't remember anything?

Eve Baird, amazing eyes,

the woman I've been avoiding for a very long time, for a very good reason?

Sorry, sir, I've never heard of her.

Cassandra Cillian?

Possibly better than me at theoretical physics,

although we never tell her that.

No, sir.

Well, that rules out neuro-magical trauma.

Place your hand on this book.

Take a deep breath in and out and in.

Jacob Stone. He wrote that cute little article that you liked about O'Keeffe so much.

Ezekiel Jones, the conclave incident?

That sounds like a sentence, sir, but there's no information in it.

No Dixon Amnesia.

I was so sure.

Well, looks like I may need a teeny weeny brain sample.

Uh, Mr. Carsen...

- That's new. - Yeah.

Um... Mr. Carsen...

Use your words, use your words.

Salish totem pole stolen from Cicely Island in the Puget Sound.

Maybe that's where the others went,

to investigate this missing item in the Puget Sound.

Yes. Sir, I doubt that, considering they probably don't really exist.

Ah! Just what they want you to think, but why?

It's a mystery.

Jenkins, fire up the Back Door.

Yes, sir!

No obvious ground disturbance.

- Okay, pal. Step out of my crime scene. - Eve! I've...

- How do you know my name? - Uh...

Okay, just to confirm before I jump into full investigatory mode,

this isn't some kind of elaborate cold shoulder because you're mad at me?

I don't know what you're talking about. I need to see some ID.

Investigatory mode it is.

So, you are Sheriff Baird, and we've never met?

Cicely's got a population of about 2,000. If I don't know you, you're not from here.

If you make me ask again, it's gonna involve handcuffs.

Who are you?

I'm Flynn Carsen, the Librarian.

Librarian,

from the state office of tourism.

- Are you here about the totem pole? - Yes.

Yes, that sounds plausible.

Well, why didn't you say so? Come on!

- Morning, Sam, Eva. - Morning, Sheriff.

The totem pole's a real important tourist attraction to us.

I sure am glad your office cared enough to send you all the way out here.

Let me ask you, how is it that you ended up

in this very pretty but very out of the way town?

I spent my entire life in the military, moving around from base to base,

but I always wanted to settle down in a little town

where everybody knows your name.

- Morning, Savannah. - Morning, Sheriff.

Uh-huh. And the totem pole,

you see, I'm something of an expert on Native American art.

Oh-ho-ho. Don't you worry.

The world's foremost expert is already on our team.

Team?

All right, hey, hey, hey. No.

Sorry I'm late, Sheriff, I was, uh... I was teaching class.

Mr. Carsen, this is Professor Jacob Stone from the University of Cicely.

- He teaches... - Go.

- I know this. - Come on.

Art, history, art history.

Literature, architecture, archeology, mythology,

- comparative religion and... - I'm not mad at you.

- I'm not mad at you. - I'm gonna get it.

- I'm not mad at you. - I'm sorry,

there's a university on the Island of Cicely, a town with 2,000 people?

Yeah. University of Cicely.

The University of Cicely.

- Very prestigious. - Wow.

- And you teach there? - I do.

- Eleven departments at once? - Yeah.

I don't... Well, when I'm not saving the World Heritage sites

from tomb raiders, but, yeah.

Shall we?

- Oh! Egyptology! - Oh, I knew it.

You said that. I knew I'd get that.

- I had to give you a little time. - I know.

It's called tidal locking.

You see, as the moon orbits the Earth,

it moves at the exact same speed,

and that is why the same side of the moon is always facing the Earth.

You got it?

Hard to remember.

Autumn, Emie, mind if I borrow the commander for a sec?

And Autumn, make sure you tell Nate I won't forget to bring the cruiser down

- to the school picnic for the kids to play on. - Thanks, Sheriff.

Commander Cassandra Cillian, this is Flynn Carsen.

Commander Cillian is our local physicist, astronaut and TV star.

Cassandra Cillian, Science Explorer.

The kids love her.

Don't get me wrong, my 18 flights with NASA were amazing.

After leading the Grimaldi crater rescue mission,

I just felt there was more I could do back here on Earth.

Grimaldi crater?

- That's on the moon? - Yeppers.

Picked up this little souvenir on my third trip.

That was a horse.

Pony.

- I also have ponies. - Mmm-hmm.

You are an astronaut, a physicist,

you teach science to children, and you have...

Ponies.

Yep.

And you are all here together,

in a bar which has an unusual amount of books.

- Yeah, well it's kind our, uh, HQ. - Yeah.

- We own it together. - Oh, well, us and Agent Jones.

Jones. Agent Jones. Agent Jones?

Special Agent Jones, FBI.

I head up the Cicely Field Office.

I'm a rule-breaking maverick, but I get results.

My local liaison is by-the-book Sheriff Baird and together, we fight crime.

Have you all lost...

Have you all lost your minds, or have I?

- Sorry I'm late, everyone. - Moriarty!

Moriarty! Okay, now this all makes sense!

Hello, Sheriff.

I'm wrong.

This does not make any sense.

That makes no sense.

That's the opposite of sense.

That's nonsense.

Kissing. You're kissing him with your lips. You're gonna kiss...

- Why do you care who I kiss? - What did you do?

What did you do to her, something magical?

I asked him out on a couple of dates.

I wouldn't call them "magical," but I like a man with brains.

Huh... Oh...

Excuse me, sir. I don't believe we've had the pleasure.

- I'm Mayor James Moriarty. - I know who you are, Professor...

Oh, is it mayor now? It's Mayor Kissing.

Mayor Moriarty.

And nobody has a problem with this?

- None of this? - Nope.

Stone, it is impossible for you to prep, grade and teach

courses in 11 different departments and still have time to sleep,

let alone protect World Heritage sites.

We make time for what's important.

Cassandra, you couldn't have gone to the moon.

Nobody's been to the moon since 1972.

Another moon-hoax conspiracy nut.

I bet you don't even like ponies.

I adore ponies.

And this guy, Special Agent...

He's, like, 15 years old. And Australian! How could he be in the FBI?

Agent Jones may be a rule-breaking maverick,

but he's done excellent work with the Cicely Field Office.

There are 2,000 people on this island.

How could there be an FBI field office?

It's a hot spot for smuggling art into Canada through the Yukon Trail.

What? No!

No, no, no. What?

Yeah. That's why we all work together.

- Solving art crime. - Hence all the books.

You'd be surprised how much they help.

It's true.

Let me get this straight.

You're all here working together recovering artifacts from a building full of books,

and yet you have absolutely no idea who I am?

No.

- Nope. Sorry. - Sorry, mate.

I need a bathroom.

Jenkins, I need a door right now.

That's the ladies' room.

You're saying a Guardian I've never heard of,

three impossible Librarians and Moriarty

are all suffering under a massive spell to erase their memories of you.

That's it, that's it, exactly that.

It's like they're themselves, but they're not themselves.

They're all leading these alternate lives, ridiculous lives.

I mean, ridiculous.

Even Moriarty, and I can't shake them out of it.

Sounds like a self-reinforcing delusion, which if you are correct,

I may be suffering under myself.

The more you try to break it, the stronger it gets.

In which case, you're gonna have to play along.

The Clippings Book sent us to find this totem.

This has to be at the center of it.

Either it's the focus of a ritual,

or maybe it was the seal that kept an ancient curse from getting out.

- Either way... - Either way,

finding this may go a long way into solving it.

Well, that's what they're all trying to do.

I mean, despite everything, they're still coming together.

They're acting like themselves, except for Eve dating Moriarty,

which I don't understand at all.

Mr. Carsen.

To...

Right. Play along.

That's... That's a good idea.

Hi. Sorry about that.

I'm feeling much better.

Obviously, your lives make perfect sense.

Let's find that missing totem pole. So, what do we know?

It's not an important relic.

It's a mid-20th century replica.

It's not worth anything, so no one would steal it for money.

But it is an important tourism asset.

That totem pole is 16 feet tall.

If the thieves took it off the island,

somebody at the docks would've seen something.

Ah, very good.

You and I will go to the docks.

Oh, I think Eve and I will go to the docks.

You can go along with Special Agent Jones.

We'll check in with my informants.

I've got ears on the street.

Stay out of trouble, Jones. I don't need another mess in my town.

Don't worry, Sheriff, I'll keep the new guy in line.

Who's the...

Oh, I'm the new guy?

That's right, I'm the new guy.

I'm the new guy.

So, Eve, this friend of yours, from the mainland, odd fellow.

Do I know him from somewhere?

Who, Carsen?

He's not a friend, he's just...

Some crazy Librarian.

Hmm.

Well, whatever he thinks, I'm glad you asked me to kiss you, with lips.

But frankly, I wouldn't have thought that I was your type.

You've seen the world.

I've lived my entire life here in Cicely.

That's true, James, I have seen the world.

And I have to say you are one of the most grounded,

genuine, real people I've ever known.

Also, the accent's a big turn on.

If you're waiting for the ferry, Sheriff, it's got a bad case of rudder flop.

- Been down three days. - What are you saying, Bob?

Nobody's been on or off the island in three days?

- Not a soul. - What about private boats?

Nope. Any boats coming in or out, I'd know about it.

Huh.

Thank you, Bob.

- Say hi to Suzanne. - Yeah.

So, if the ferry's down,

then the totem must still be on the island.

If the ferry's down, we have a bigger question.

How did that Librarian get on the island?

Freeze!

Stop! FBI!

Stop! Office of tourism!

You so did not have to do that slide.

You didn't even have to get up on top of that.

You do know that actual FBI work is patient,

detailed record keeping and long boring stakeouts?

You've been watching too many cops shows, mate.

You know, I would say that this is...

Come on, let's go.

The Cossini brothers!

Ran down my sources, no leads on the missing totem pole.

He didn't... He didn't run down anything.

And I broke up the Cossini brothers' counterfeit ring.

Oh, yeah, that was entirely normal.

Stone noticed something strange about the location of the totem pole.

Well, I noticed it was off-center.

It's not put in the best possible light.

And then I started thinking, even though the totem pole's modern,

it could have incorporated some older archaeo-astronomical traditions.

We're trying to confirm it now, but we think at the solstice,

the rising sun and the totem pole line up to form a perfect line pointing right here.

And since the sun sets behind us, it points right back to the pole.

That's it.

There's a connection between you and the totem pole.

It must be part of the magic that's affecting you.

What? What'd he say? You said "magic"?

That's ridiculous.

Well, I mean, magic is just a word we use to describe things we don't understand, right?

So, maybe it's not magic per se but magic-like?

We do have a whole department of weird files at the agency.

With all the myths and monsters out there, I mean,

it would be ethnographically impossible to think that all those stories were made up.

- I mean, I guess magic could... - Mr. Carsen, we need to talk.

Yeah.

Is there a problem, Sheriff?

How exactly did you get here to Cicely Island, Mr. Carsen?

- Uh, by boat? - Try again, Mr. Carsen.

Dock's been down for three days.

James is at Town Hall confirming your credentials.

I suggest you tell me the truth before he gets back.

The truth, Eve, is that you and I are colleagues.

Moriarty is an evil genius sent here by a wizard

who's got you all under a powerful spell, and I'm here to rescue you.

Yep, cuff time.

Grab him, Jones.

Sheriff, how can I be the...

I just got...

You fit the profile, mate.

You're an unconvincing liar and you're the only outsider on the island.

Actually, he's not.

There's another one.

She just got here the day before yesterday.

She's a nice lady, but I've never seen her before.

Oh?

Yes.

Wow.

You're all looking at me.

Is this the part where I say something?

It is?

Well,

hello.

I'm Ariel.

I'm a fairy.

- You're Ariel? - I am me.

And you're you. You're Flynn Carsen. You're part of that place. The Library!

Yes. This makes perfect sense, of course.

Because if Moriarty's here, that's why you would be here, too.

- So, Prospero's been putting a spell on the... - Oh!

No, no, no.

He'll hear you.

If he hears you, then he'll see you. If he sees you, he'll see me,

and he'll remember where I'm not supposed to be, which is here.

They're all still looking at us.

Hello.

You probably have some questions.

Uh, no. Not really.

Think we've pretty much solved the big mystery.

You think so? I do, too. I just needed the last piece of the puzzle.

Now it makes perfect sense.

Obviously Prospero's behind all of this. Otherwise, why Moriarty?

He didn't know that you and I were dating...

And you're not talking about that.

You're talking about the totem pole.

I am, in fact, talking about the totem pole.

You think that we took it and that we're working together.

I do, in fact, think both of those things.

So, handcuffs, jail cell, interrogation, that kind of thing?

Pretty much. Might even break out the hot lights.

Jones, cuff mystery girl.

No. No, no. No, no, no.

Those are steel, steel has iron.

Iron and Fae don't mix. That's what I am.

Fae. So, really, I have to go.

Uh, I have a door.

- A door. - Yep.

- Ready? - Like a step door.

Go.

Out! We're back out!

Jenkins, quick, the doors!

Don't let her get away!

Out! Out! Whoo!

Out, out, out!

Ariel, you can't hide inside that false world forever.

You want to bind me, like Prospero did.

I'm gonna break that spell on my friends.

And if you help me, I'll help you escape Prospero's grasp.

Oh! You've gotta let me out!

Let me go. You have to let me go.

Not until you tell me what Prospero intends to do with my friends.

Do you know what I am?

I could destroy you with a blink.

Not from where you're standing.

That's a Blumhardt Loop.

Discovered by Johann Blumhardt in 1843 to trap demons.

Turns out it'll trap just about anything supernatural, though.

I have never seen anything move that quickly.

Except that night that Gretchen and I heard Santa come home early from Oktoberfest.

Nothing.

Well, technically, she's just bending space around her.

Otherwise, she's no faster than you or me.

Elfin stuff.

And... Done.

All right, I'll help you.

It's not a spell.

Well, it is, but it's also a story.

Story spells are the wizard's favorite.

Story spells?

She's talking about narrative magic.

Messy stuff, sir. Requires massive power, intense focus.

I mean, the only ones who even dare deal with it are...

- Fictionals. - No one more focused than a Fictional.

If there's one thing they know how to do, it's tell a good story.

How do you think that Prospero...

The wizard...

How do you think that the wizard caught me in the first place?

Oh, I'm not fictional.

No, no, he wove me into his story.

Fictional wizard, fictional magic. Story logic.

I'm starting to see why the others are having a hard time embracing their true realities.

I mean, Jones as an FBI agent?

We have to get them out of there.

- Why? - Excuse me? Why?

Because it's a jail whether they realize it or not.

It's mercy.

Something is coming.

When the wizard's work is done, the world will be...

No, he's given them each their own new story with their very own happy endings.

But it's not real.

It will be.

Its strength comes from their secret desires.

The longer it works, the more they want it.

The more they want it, the stronger it gets.

If we don't break the spell in the next 24 hours, it will be forever.

Librarians are being used, like batteries.

They're the power source.

Well, sir, if the Librarians are the juice...

Then all we have to do is sever the connection, cut the power.

Good luck.

No, no, no, to break this spell you'll have to get them to reject their happily ever afters.

No mortal has ever been able to do that.

Well, we don't have to. That's what these'll do for them.

Jenkins, I'll need four more Blumhardt Loops.

Ariel, we're going back.

No. No way, I'm not going back. He'll see me. He'll catch me again.

Ariel, I have to save them. I need you to do it.

Help me. And I promise you, I'll find a way to help you.

Two characters.

One male character, one female character. He's about this tall.

Got a flowery vest.

- She's... - Eve, over there!

- Quick, the fugitives! - Go, go, go.

Run!

Please, let's just all stay calm.

Now, I know everyone is upset about these strangers in our midst,

but I assure you, Sheriff Baird is... Ah. Well, here she is now.

What's going on?

I pulled together some people to aid your search for our fugitives.

We lost them. They could be anywhere in town, or out of town.

No, they can't leave the island. We're sure of that.

They got onto the island, James.

Indeed they did. Curious.

But not, I think, quite the same as leaving.

I'm sure they're still here.

Something's wrong with all of this. One stranger is weird enough, but two?

And the totem's huge. How did they take it?

I think...

I think they have a helicopter.

Why is he even here?

There will be little place in the world for a man like James

when the wizard's work is done.

Uh... Quiet please, everyone.

After conferring with the lovely Sheriff,

we have determined that the strangers are still on the island.

What?

Yes, yes, I know. I know.

They've come here, they've stolen our beloved totem,

they've ruined our perfect happy life,

and yet we don't know who they are or why they want to hurt us.

But I promise you this, the Sheriff and I have come up with a scheme,

a plan to catch them.

Sheriff.

We need all hands on deck.

Professor Stone, Agent Jones,

Commander Cillian and I will be group leaders,

and together we will find these

strangers and put them in jail where they belong!

Yeah!

Absolutely.

James begged to be sent here with your friends.

But he's with her.

She's with him. Why are they with each other?

The spell weaved their stories together according to their wants.

Obviously if she's with him, she must want her story.

Well said.

Come on, then. Let's go, people.

This is not a story, Ariel.

These are not characters.

These are real people with real lives, and we've got to get her... I mean them.

Her and them, the other Librarians, out of here.

Follow me.

Then you must find a way to make them choose their real lives over this story.

I have to figure out a way to isolate them.

Get them off this island.

Can you move that, your stepping gate, anywhere you want it?

Stepping gate?

You mean the Back Door.

- Tim. - Yes, Sheriff?

I want you to check out Mrs. Meyers' chicken coop.

It's a great place to lay low, but careful with that arm.

It's not what it used to be.

Sierra, I want you to go with Fro, not Mike.

I don't want you two making out in the woods.

Okay, Sheriff.

They're not very organized, are they, darling?

Tell you what, I'll sort them out.

Agent Jones, Sheriff Baird. Any progress?

Just getting started here, Sheriff.

I wish you'd look at bringing in a Bureau search team.

We could have this whole thing wrapped up in...

We want to keep this local, Agent Jones.

The last thing we need are satellite vans

and media people turning this town into a circus.

Roger that.

As soon as we have eyes on the target, we can...

Just sighted the male fugitive.

Go around back, block the other end off. He does not get past you, yeah?

Over here! Hurry guys, let's get him!

- Come on! - Around the corner!

All right, let's go, let's go!

Across the street. Cross this street, check both sides.

This is where it might get dangerous, all right?

I lost a lot of good people saving the Buddhas of Bamiyan from the Taliban.

That ain't happening today.

Yoo-hoo!

That's her.

That's the girl.

Call the Sheriff.

Agent Jones isn't answering.

Professor Stone has locked himself inside the barber shop.

Look, we'll find them, it's just a matter of time.

- The town's on lockdown... - Cassandra, tell me you've got...

- What? - The lady, she's right here.

Eve, she's coming right towards the bar.

- You have to get here... - Cassandra!

Eve! Eve, what's happening?

Eve.

Eve.

What is going on? Who are you people?

I have never seen you before. Why can't I move? What is going on?

You can't leave me here, I'm an FBI agent.

Who are you?

Who the hell are you?

I'm Jenkins, he is Mr. Carsen, and this is...

The Library.

And we are the Librarians.

Well, I am and they are.

- And she's... - Very unhappy to still be here.

You have all been placed under a spell.

It is mixing with your memories.

You are not who you think you are.

I think I'm the Sheriff of Cicely, Washington.

I think you two are thieves and I think you're crazy.

You are Colonel Eve Baird.

Anti-terrorism expert and Guardian of the Library.

Also, occasional pain in...

I will come back to you.

Jones, you're no law man, you are the stainless steel rat.

You're the fly in the ointment.

You're the answer to the riddle.

You're the one who crosses all the lines and opens all the doors.

The Library invited you in.

Cassandra, you spent the first part of your life invisible

to everybody around you.

Nobody knew that you had the entire universe inside your head.

That mind.

That beautiful mind, it is not for fairy-tale endings.

It is for finding the edges

and drawing the maps, so that others can follow.

Mr. Stone, you are five of the world's foremost art historians.

You are 10,000 years of human beings singing and dancing

and painting and writing their hearts and souls into the world.

This Library was built for you.

This is your home.

And you...

You already did me, I think.

Don't think, Eve, just be.

Flynn.

Hi. There you are.

What's happening? I...

I can't think. Everything's fuzzy.

Ooh! True love's kiss.

That's actually pretty good. Old school.

Stories often turn on true love.

Not a story, Ariel.

But it won't last.

No, no, no. Their stories have been changed.

If you want to get them back for good, they have to reject these new stories

and destroy these talismans.

Well, how about it, guys?

You want your real lives back?

Okay, everybody knows their talisman.

They'll lay it at the base of the totem pole when Ariel brings it back

and we'll break this spell.

The totem is where it always was. Just invisible. Intangible?

I get them confused. Both?

That's far enough.

Eve, behind me.

I'll protect you.

James!

Don't worry. He's just sleeping. I'm fond of him, too.

Fond of him? He's my boyfriend.

No, Eve, he's not your boyfriend.

Remember, you don't really even know this guy.

Everybody, you really all have to bite down on that.

None of this is real.

Um, guys, about that stroll.

The whole town's coming.

No one's at the meeting ground.

Really, one call to the Bureau, I can have us an armed escort.

What?

Right, not FBI.

I'm sorry. It still feels real.

It feels real. You're absolutely right.

They just discovered the sixth pyramid of Giza.

I'm supposed to be the first one through the door.

I still remember walking on the moon. Well, bouncing, really.

These narrative spells, they can feel when you're breaking them.

They take steps to pull you back in.

What about James? I can't just leave him.

James will be fine.

Eve, Colonel Baird, snap to it. We're leaving.

Let's go. Everybody take your own route.

We'll meet back at the meeting place.

You think to slip enchantments, wait. Instead embrace your fondest fate.

Professor Stone?

The very man I came to see.

You're Professor Lacroix.

From the Louvre.

We have been most impressed with your work, Professor.

We'd like you to come join for us as Chief Curator and Scholar in Residence.

Mr. Moriarty! We can't leave without you.

Special Agent Ezekiel Jones.

Yes? I mean, no. What?

Director Walter? With Interpol?

That's right, son.

Had my eye on you for some time.

I think they've got you tied down here in Cicely.

How'd you like to come to Interpol and make the whole world your playground?

General McLarty!

Commander Cillian.

Your country has an offer for you.

How'd you like a chance to be the first human being to step foot on Mars?

With us, you could go anywhere, do anything, and be untouchable.

Not an art thief in the world who wouldn't fear your name.

I could be the best.

The greatest collection of treasures the world has ever known.

Yours to see, to touch, to study.

That's the only thing I've ever loved.

Magellan. Armstrong.

Cillian.

You would be an inspiration to children, to women, to the world.

I never thought I'd live to see the chance.

Come with me, Commander, and I will make your dreams come true.

- What about my friends? - Pardon?

I wouldn't be back for years, if ever.

Commander, I don't think you quite understand what I am offering here.

No.

I have people here who need me.

I gotta go.

Sorry, mate.

They'd be lost without me.

Answer's no.

No, sir.

I have to find my friends.

We need to talk.

- I need to go, James. - I've not been honest with you.

I've not been able to be, certainly, but now, right now, I'm free of Prospero's influence.

Whatever you're doing has weakened his spell.

I can talk to you as myself, if only for now.

Please,

please give me this moment.

Okay.

All right. A moment.

I know this is confusing for you and your friends.

You're trying to escape Cicely as if it's a trap.

It's messing with our minds. It won't let go. What would you call it?

I'd call it a sanctuary.

I'd call it our last chance.

Listen to me. Something is going to happen, something terrible.

It may be happening now.

I don't give a toss about the others, but you?

There is something between us and I couldn't let him take it.

He's already taken my life, my freedom.

I found I couldn't stand the thought of him taking you as well.

I begged him to make this town for you and your friends,

so that you could find love, happiness.

Don't we all deserve a happily ever after?

That's the problem.

I don't think there's any such thing.

Not the way you mean it.

That's not real love.

Real love is hard, it's risky.

Sometimes it breaks your heart.

But you have to take that chance because that's what's real.

Those people, James,

those people are my friends, and whatever is happening,

whatever's gonna happen,

I need to face it with them.

And this,

I don't think it's real.

I'm not even sure you are.

I'm sorry.

Fine, I'll make my own way, then.

It's not here.

- They said it would be here. - I don't have time for this.

- All right, I've got a class I've gotta teach. - I'm calling the Bureau.

- It was a mistake leaving this to amateurs. - Stop. Stop, stop, stop.

We said we were doing this. We have to see it through.

- I don't know why I feel this way. I just do. - See what through, Sheriff?

These two are probably long gone by now.

Or we're just late because somebody needed to pick flowers.

Not flowers. Well, yes, flowers.

But they're ingredients.

Right where I left it.

Whoa.

Now what?

Now we have to break the false narrative.

You each have to take your talismans

and place them at the foot of the totem,

and then tell your story,

your real story.

My name is...

Eve Baird,

and I'm a soldier.

I'm the Guardian.

I'm a thief.

Hell, I'm the thief.

I'm Ezekiel Jones.

And then I received this golden letter from the Library.

And I found out that magic is really,

really real.

And it changed my life.

I'm a Librarian.

It's the best choice I ever made.

My turn.

Take me to your Library before...

Oh, no.

James, what have you done?

Ah, James.

Uh, guys, you know that thing I say about running?

Let's do that.

Jenkins! I need a door!

I need a door even more than when I said I needed one before.

Eve!

Flynn!

- Eve! - Flynn!

Flynn, you okay?

Eve.

Something's very wrong here.

What the hell was that?

- Where are the others? - We're here.

- We're all right. - I'm a little bruised.

I landed on grass, at least.

Why did I land on grass?

Why are we out here? Why aren't we in the Annex?

Just a hunch, mind you,

but I'm guessing it has something to do with that.

Jenkins, come on, man!

I hope nothing happened to him.

That's all right. No worries.

We'll use the side door.

- We have a side door? - I have a side door.

I always have a side door. Come on.

This doesn't make any sense.

Obviously I made some sort of mistake when I brought us back.

Yes, occasionally I can make a mistake.

It doesn't happen very often, though.

But this is not supposed to be here.

This is the exact same totem.

Yes, but Ariel said that this is only a focus.

There's no actual magic in it.

I rescued you guys.

I broke the spell, brought you back, Ariel's gone, we can't get in the Library.

Where is Jenkins, anyway?

Who's Jenkins?

What did you say?

I said this is weird, and it is weird because I broke the spell.

This should not be here.

Jenkins. Flynn, Jenkins.

Tall guy, bow tie, walks like this, semi-mortal, likes to tidy up.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Oh...

This is the spell trying to reassert itself.

I'm thinking it hasn't stopped asserting itself.

Flynn, you're under Prospero's spell.

No, no, no, I rescued you from Prospero. You...

I did it single-handedly.

- You saved us by yourself. - Yes.

With no one's help.

You don't remember Jenkins.

The totem's here. We can't get into the Library.

No, no, no. I saved you.

I agree Prospero's trying to reassert his magic,

but it has nothing to do with me. It has to do with you.

It always had something to do with you.

I just can't figure out how this is supposed to get you back on that island.

Exactly. You're trying to figure it out. That's the whole point.

- You love puzzles. - Yes.

And this one's huge. The biggest one.

That is crazy.

- Eve, are you even... - Flynn, your happily ever after

is an endless series of puzzles and mysteries that you get to solve.

Yeah, but I wasn't even here when all this started.

This is Prospero.

This is all some sort of hallucination.

You guys are all... Maybe even possessed, by some sort...

Eve.

There you are.

Ooh...

- I'm under the spell, aren't I? - Yes, you are.

But I don't have a talisman.

You know what to do.

Yeah. I think I do.

Uh...

Hi.

I'm Flynn Carsen. I'm the...

I'm Flynn Carsen and I'm a Librarian.

Number 167, I think.

I was alone for a very long time, and then I got a golden letter

that showed me that there was an entirely different world.

Magic.

And I thought that's all I needed.

But, um,

now,

I know that I need more.

That was, uh, not as easy as you'd think.

We could totally just... Oh, totem's gone.

So, that's finally it? It's over?

Only one way to find out.

- Jenkins! - Oh...

Three weeks.

All of us. Under a spell.

So glad you're back. Prospero had us under for three weeks.

What's Prospero been doing for three weeks?

Flynn, look up.

- The ley lines. - Why are they up there?

Paths of magic, they're supercharged.

Is that good or bad?

It depends on how you feel about the end of the world.