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Focus on your breathing.

Relax.

Just let the inspiration
flow out of you.

Did it work?

I mean, I don't want to speak
for the rest of the group,

but I feel the exact same.

- So...
- 0 for 9, then.

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- Good thing it's a big board.

What's next?

Perhaps muses cannot choose
whom they inspire.

Or I am terrible at being one.

Either way, we should stop.
This is not working.

When we find a way
to activate your powers...

- If.
- When.

You will inspire us to have something
that we've never had

in our fight against Malivore.

An advantage.

That's the spirit. Now what's next?

Uh... Mind meld.

Wow. Let me guess who came up
with that thunderbolt.

As the only person
who's actually been inspired by Cleo,

quit trying to force it.

Just be natural.

Ain't nothing natural about that.

It worked.

I know how we defeat Malivore.

We summon a time travel monster
to send us back in time

and stop him from being born.

Where is Lizzie with the zinger
when you need her?

She had a far greater duty this morning.

And I quote,
she had "a fashion emergency."

Yeah, that's been going on
since the day we met, so...

You know what? I think Jed's right.

- Yeah?
- Not about the time travel.

Maybe we're going about this all wrong.

Instead of you trying to inspire us,

maybe you just need to focus
on what inspires you,

like, uh, a song or a work of art.

Or a special someone.

Great. If Kaleb's game
is the answer to our problems,

then we're doomed.

Whoa. Something just happened.

Anyone have any brilliant ideas?

- Yeah.
- Not you, Jed.

- Take that as a yes, Hope.
- More like a maybe.

I just need to do some research
before I share with the group.

But I can assure you,
it's completely safe

and I won't even have to leave school.

Sweet. I love research.

At least I potentially inspired
one person.

Oh, make that two.

I believe our monster problem's
connected to the artifact,

which we know was in Triad's possession.

So maybe there's a clue
in their records,

if they still exist,

which would be
at their old headquarters.

Naturally.

It's all so clear now. Thank you, Cleo.

Do not thank me
until you find what you seek.

I would like to accompany you.

And I'd like to accompany you. You.

Um, because...

my-my skill set might come in handy
if the mission goes sideways.

The more the merrier. Let's go.

You mind sharing
your actual plan with me?

The prison world is bound
to The Necromancer.

So what if we take a page
out of Kai Parker's playbook?

Uh, that dude had a lot of plays.
Could you be a little more specific?

Well, if we sever
The Necromancer's ties to it,

the prison world will collapse.

And destroys everything inside of it,
including Malivore.

Got to admit, it's pretty brilliant.

Thank you. Can't take all the credit.

Now all we need to do

is find our necrotic friend
and make him an offer.

His blood and the duplicate ascendant
we need for the severing spell.

And in exchange, I will free him
from the prison world.

I take it back. That's a terrible idea.

Don't worry, I'm gonna screw him over.
I just need to figure out how.

I thought you told Dr. Saltzman
this was gonna be risk-free.

It is. Hence the chalk.

Astral projection.

The Necromancer can see
different planes of existence,

so he should be able to see
but not touch, maim, or kill you.

Like I said, safe.

In that case, I'm coming with you.

Sorry. Not enough chalk.

You just said it's safe.

Besides, look at my résumé.
I'm the only one here

who's beat The Necromancer
in negotiation.

Remember what the banshee said.

Yeah. But we said screw fate, remember?

This is our chance to actually do it.

I, for one, can't think
of anything more romantic

than strolling hand in hand
through a postapocalyptic hellscape.

Maybe this wasn't the best plan.

Superheroes are supposed to save people,
not kidnap them.

I should probably get
Dr. Saltzman down here.

Though he'll ask
why we're keeping Finch out here

in the barn of the family
you're staying with.

Wait, you haven't told him yet?

Well, I was worried if I told him
I didn't compel your memories away,

our days of superhero team-up
would be over.

Okay, look, I need you.

Just put on your secret identity,
all right?

Go to school and act normal
while I deal with this.

The Blur and E-man
got to take a day off.

Fine. I will sign off on laying low,
but not the superhero names.

What? Um, um, E...

- money?
- Hmm.

E-commerce? Right?

I'll think of some better ones
in geometry class.

Invisique saeclum.

Lizzie. How... How long have you...

Long enough to know that you've been
playing dress-up with a muggle.

Hello?

I see it's business as usual
around here.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, it's me.
Jo, Jo, look. It's me.

Wade. Where is everyone?

And what are you doing?
Why are you dressed for battle?

Well, Dr. S gave us a three-day weekend.

But I stayed behind to defend the school

in case the big M sends another monster.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were Eat, Pray, Loving
with the townies now.

I was just looking for Lizzie.

Things aren't exactly
panning out at my new school,

and I kind of need some advice.

Well, she left.
I don't know where she went,

but being the defender of the school
takes many forms.

I'm a great listener
and my WIS score is 18.

Why do you have this?

And can I borrow it?

Knock yourself out.

I was just using it as a stand-in
for my wizard's focus crystal.

Hey, you don't LARP, do you?

I do not, but thank you.

I think that this is
exactly what I need.

Just give me a chance to explain.

I didn't want to lie to your dad,

but the only other choice
was wiping Ethan's mind.

Okay, you can stop.
I'm not here to bust up your bromance.

The truth is, I need your help.

Turns out Josie has a serious crush
on this she-wolf.

You should probably
just be happy for her.

That would be premature.

Because Finch has obviously
already activated her curse.

So she's killed someone.

Maybe it was an accident?

- Or maybe...
- I didn't kill anyone.

And I chain myself up
every full moon so I don't.

You must have.

It's half the requirement
to become a werewolf.

The other half is genetic, so,
like, being able to do this...

which means that your parents
or grandparents were wolves, too.

I always thought I was the only one.

I mean, how do you even know that?

And how did you make
yourself invisible last night?

Post tenebras spero lucem.

I'm a witch.

But I like to think of myself
as Josie's sister,

first and foremost.

At least I know
where Jo's damage comes from now.

Okay, my sister has terrible taste
in women as it is.

But there's no way that I'm letting her
near a cold-blooded killer.

Whoa. Easy, Lizzie.
We don't know that yet.

I didn't kill anyone.

Well, I'm gonna need you to prove it.

We both want the same thing.

If you help us,
we will not only grant your freedom,

but you will also get the satisfaction
of knowing

that you were directly responsible
for Malivore's destruction.

How generous of you, Tribrid.

But why should I believe that you,
my second most detestable enemy,

would keep your end of the bargain?

Because seeing is believing.

If you sever your ties,
then the world will become unstable.

Holes will start to open up.

Doors... all you have to do
is walk through one.

You can be in control of your own fate.

- Think he'll go for it, Landon?
- I am not Landon.

I am the dictator of departed souls.

The monarch of the macabre.

The almighty...

Knock it off.

I mean, he's pretty unpredictable.

You and Malivore are literally
the only two things he's afraid of.

So if he's been on the run
from the mud man,

you have even more leverage.

That's a ringing endorsement.

Come on, what's the worst
that could happen?

I mean, if he says no,
we just give him the finger

and head back to our world.
He can have this one if he wants it.

So, you know, just project confidence.
Head up, shoulders back.

He won't stand a chance.

There goes our leverage.

Looks like The Necromancer
already found a way out.

I don't think he made it.

You sure this is him?

I'd know that terrible
fashion sense anywhere.

Wow. Something actually
killed The Necromancer.

Guess this mission's kind of a bust.

Remember the last time
he died in this prison world?

He's banished to this world,

so all we have to do is wait,
and eventually he'll resurrect.

Hopefully in one piece.

I don't really feel like playing
Mr. Potato Head

with his dismembered body.

Looks like our little mini-date
isn't over yet.

What do you think got him? Malivore?

Or that.

Probably that.

Okay.

I'm picturing who I want to talk to.

I swear, if Wade broke this thing...

It works just fine.

I am stronger than you can ever be.

I will always find a way back.

Miss me?

Huh.

Looks like someone had a "going out
of supernatural business" sale.

I think I gave you an unhelpful idea.

Perhaps I can inspire a better one
on the way home?

Yeah, she's right.
Maybe we should head back.

Maybe grab something to eat on the way?

No, you did great, Cleo.

This control panel,
it isn't just for lights.

It also has listed
two fire suppression systems.

One for in here...

one for somewhere... else.

I do not see a door.

Uh-uh. I'm not fighting a mummy again.

If this place was ransacked,
why would they leave this behind?

Ah, maybe it can't be moved.

Okay. I see the door now.

Great.

We can find out what Triad paid
for paperclips in 1997.

This is Triad's documentation
on all their supernatural objects.

If they know anything
about the history of the artifact,

it'd be in here.

So, you want to dig around in my brain?

Not exactly.

Vampires have this ability.
It's called a "head dive."

We can be present
inside of your memories

as events unfold,

like invisible witnesses.

If you're okay with that.

Or we could just do it anyway.

Unless you want me to tell you-know-who

about your superhero extracurriculars.

You and Josie are twins, right?

How'd you figure that out?

Because you're the evil one.

Do it.

If this is what it takes
to prove I didn't kill anyone...

I'm in.

How is this possible?

I destroyed you with an ax.

Silly girl.

All this time
I've been hiding inside you,

waiting for the perfect time to escape.

You are so gullible.

No, I'm really just your subconscious
projection of me.

Well, it's fair
that we have trust issues.

So why don't you just drop
that tacky paperweight

and see for yourself?

See?

I'm practically harmless.

This thing must be malfunctioning.
I didn't want to talk to you.

And yet...

here I am.

Deep down, you must want to hear
what I have to say.

I mean, I do know
all of your weaknesses.

And I know exactly
what's wrong with you.

But if you really
don't want to talk to me,

that should be pretty simple to prove.

Just drop the prism.

Hmm. That's what I thought. Let's chat.

Think back to the day

you first turned into a werewolf.

We'll start there.

A hospital? That's weird.

Think like a killer, okay?

This is the perfect,

target-rich environment
for the weak and enfeebled.

Not to mention unattended children
who could be the first victim of...

Finch?

Finch Tarrayo?

That's me.

I thought you took us back
to the first day she turned.

I did.

Just my imagination,
or is this thing staring right at us?

That's impossible.

Nothing can see us
or hear us or touch us, so...

Okay, then why can I feel its breath?

No! Oh, God, please!

That was close.

Hope?

That doesn't look good.

It'll be fine.

Anything that happens to my astral form

can't carry over to my physical body.

Yeah, just like how a monster

isn't supposed to be able
to attack us here?

This mission doesn't seem
so safe anymore.

We should go home.

The Necromancer
will probably revive soon.

Yeah, but that wound
is getting worse by the second.

Plus, we don't know
how many more of those

astral-plane-attacking
monsters are around.

You're right, it's not safe.
You should go.

You mean we should go.

- Sorry, there's no time.
- Hope, don't you dare.

I love you. Remeo.

Damn it, Hope.

You are not gonna like this,

but you are never gonna have
that happy human life that you want.

Gee, thanks.

But I didn't ask your opinion
on my future.

I asked why all of my romantic
relationships are such disasters.

And I answered that.

The problem is not the relationships.

The fault, my dear Josette, lies in you.

Why do I even bother?
I knew you weren't the one to talk to.

Aren't you gonna ask me why?

I'm sure that it's gonna
be some put-down

about how I'm too weak
to have a relationship.

Or I'm just not good enough
to have a happy life.

Ooh, you just dropped a key word there.

I never said you couldn't have
"a happy life."

- I said...
- A happy human life.

Ding, ding, ding.

We both know that you can't have
a real relationship

if you're repressing
an essential part of yourself.

- What, you?
- I wish.

It's more basic than that.

You want to know
what's really wrong with you?

You're a witch who's pretending
that you're not.

You're trying to trick me
into taking my magic back.

Kiddo, I am you, like it or not.

I mean, you could have waited and asked
any of your friends about this,

but instead

you asked a question to a crystal
that lets you talk to yourself.

Why?

Because you already knew the answer.

Josie. I need your help.

We've got a 10-10 in progress
at Lou's Bar.

Reports of a brawl.

52 responding,
but we are a good 20 minutes out.

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Maybe Finch is a natural-born killer
that preys on elderly patients.

I mean, this could be
the start of her spree.

This patient's last name is Tarrayo,
just like Finch.

I'm glad you're here,
my little goldfinch.

I need you to know
something about our family.

We have a secret.

Some call it a curse,

but it can also be a blessing.

You can't trust anyone.

But before I go,
I can help make you strong.

And then you'll always be able
to protect yourself.

I, I don't understand.

Bring me my special candies
from my coat.

Oh, no.

Tonight...

when the full moon rises,
head down into the basement.

And don't tell anybody where you are.

I'm so sorry.

You just made me remember
that I killed the only person

who ever cared about me.

What kind of monster are you?

She's burning up.

It's like some sort
of magical infection.

Is there any way to, like,
hit the eject button and pull her out?

Not without a witch,
but hopefully Lizzie will be back soon.

Okay, but not soon enough.
We can't wait.

Look, I-I'm more than happy

to cheer my Tribrid girlfriend
on from the bleachers

while she dunks on monsters,
but-but sending me back

was the magical equivalent
of "hold my purse."

She was trying to protect you.

Except this time, she's the one
who's actually in trouble.

You want to help?

We need to find out what bit her.

Except all of our monster experts
are MIA at the moment.

All except one.

It's a Berbalang.

Red necrotic eyes?
Insatiable appetite for dead flesh?

Able to interact with the astral plane?
Classic Berbalang.

What, you've actually heard
of this thing?

Heard of it?

Yeah, I've crossed swords with it
and lived to tell the tale twice.

I've been gone a long time.

Medium aberration, neutral evil,
plus five modifier...

Wait, is this a D&D thing?

Yeah, told you... expert.

If... and that's a big one...

D&D has its facts right,

how does one go about curing
a Berbalang bite?

Wait.

It bit Hope?

Okay, forget D&D.

According to Filipino legend,
Berbalangs are like living viruses.

They replicate themselves
through physical contact.

If you get bit by one,

it's only a matter of time
before you turn into one.

Hope?

Are you okay?

How could you two be hungry
at a time like this?

Uh, guys, Hope-alang
is no-doubt coming for us

and you're busy hoarding my nugs?

It's bait! Berbalangs eat dead flesh.

We can use this
to get her into the bunker.

And trap her in there until we can
figure out a way to turn her back.

Good idea...
does this remind you of anything?

What could this possibly remind me of?

Rulien's Keep.

This is exactly how our guild
trapped that owlbear, remember?

Our first 30-hour marathon session?

We got kidney stones
because we drank so many energy drinks,

but you wouldn't stop until
the lich's phylactery was destroyed.

Right, right. How could I forget?

Sorry to interrupt your war stories,

but we need to pick up the pace
before Hope gets here.

You don't know the half of it.

According to the lore,
we only have one hour

before Hope's transformation
is permanent.

Then what if this doesn't work?

Or what if it works too well?

Is it weird
that I still find her attractive?

Oh, hey, let me, um...
I'm gonna check that for you, okay?

Uh...

No mention of any artifacts or anything,

but I hope I saved you
a little bit of time.

Um, so...

check this, tonight,

I was thinking, you know, you, me,

drinks at the Tap,
barbecue from The Pit Stop,

and then moonlit dancing
on the roof of the old clocktower?

That sounds fun,
but I will have to pass for now.

Okay.

Okay, message received.
Got to up my game.

That is not what I was saying.

Well, then you're gonna have
to send some clearer signals,

'cause you clearly dig me.

So what-what's up?
What I got to do to get a date?

Not this.

I do not like it when you try
to impress me or be cool.

I want you to drop the act.

And be honest.

Is that something you are capable of?

You'll never believe what I found.

Hope? Are you in there?

She's trying to talk, I think.

Hope!

This isn't you.

Fight it!

Also, faerie folk cause indigestion.

Landon... she wants you!

Run!

Everything's gonna be okay.

I know that must have been painful.

Probably why you blocked the memory,

but at least now we know
that you didn't hurt anyone on purpose.

Yeah, congratulations.
You proved I'm a killer.

Something I have to live with
for the rest of my life.

There might be a way to fix it.

You have a time travel spell?

Not quite.

But I know one that can put
memory blocks in place.

It can make you forget
what happened with your grandpa

and even all of today if you want.

I have to remember what my grandpa said.

And I can't trust anyone.

I have to look out for myself.

It's too bad.

I really liked Josie.

Thought you didn't want to talk to me.

I don't. But this is Sanskrit.

I took one class on it last year,
but I've forgotten everything.

Sorry, um, why should I care?

Because I said I've forgotten.
I'm sure my subconscious hasn't.

Again, why should I care?

Because I do.

Now you're starting to get it.

It says...

"to stop a person
from becoming a Berbalang,

you need a pearl-bladed weapon."

Perfect. Dad has a dagger
like that in his study.

He uses it to open bottles.

Ah-ah-ah. Not so fast.

The weapon needs to be imbued
with an enchantment.

And there's no witch here
to cast a spell,

and Lizzie's not back yet
and Fae magic just won't cut it.

I know what you're trying to do.

I'm not gonna take back my magic
just so you take me over.

For the last time,
I don't need to take over

because I already live in here.

Well, you're about to get evicted.

There's the girl I know.

The tough bitch
that buried the hatchet in me.

The one that said
that she was both strong and good.

But if you're so strong...

why are you afraid of your own power?

And if you're so good,

how can you let your friend
turn into a monster?

Ticktock, Jo.

Okay, if you're gonna eat me,

can I at least
talk to my girlfriend first?

Stand down!

Stay your hand, ghoul.

Or face the wrath of Fangsbane.

Maybe not so much wrath,
more like a stern lecture.

I failed my saving throw.

Okay, Hope? It's me.

I know that you can hear me.
That you're trying to talk to me.

Liar!

I didn't know Berbalangs were so judgy.

You want something to eat?

Eat this. Ventus.

Now that's what I call a glow-up!

You took your magic back.

I had to, to enchant this.

A plus two dagger.
That should stop the process.

If you stab her in the heart.

This is what we were looking for.

These sketches of the artifact
date back to the Renaissance.

You can tell all that
just by looking at it?

Look at the signature.

Leonardo da Vinci.
He's the one who made it.

I th... I think. I don't know,

my Italian's only good enough
to order at a restaurant, but...

Good. So, guess we can
get out of here now?

Hey, man, I thought you were having fun.

Yeah, yeah, I was, um...

It's just...

Ah, yeah... girl problems.

The, uh, sound carries.

Look, you probably don't want advice
from the old guy, but...

I'm thinking maybe you should tell her

why you actually came on the trip.

'Cause I like being around her?

Are you sure that's the only reason?

Hold up, you smell that?

Like... like something's burning?

The parchment!

There is no coming back from this.

If we're wrong, Hope dies.

Are we really willing to risk
stabbing her in the heart

based off of some board game?

Technically, it's a tabletop RPG.

- And technically, I'll shut up.
- If we don't, she'll turn

into one of those things forever,
and that's the real risk.

As defender of the school,
the lot falls to me.

But I'm only acting in that capacity

because the real protector of the school
is currently a monster.

I'm scared.

We all know how much
Hope means to this place.

To all of us.

Landon. Landon, wait!

Come on, Hope. Come back to me.

Worst date ever.

Well, that was a fun car ride.

Um...

You two should get some rest.

Um, I'm about to grab a bite.

Oh. So you can talk.

From how quiet the car ride was,

I thought you were incapable of speech.

You're-you're right. Okay?

It's not easy for me to be vulnerable.

Like admitting the real reason
I went on the mission.

I wanted... I wanted to have your back,

in case Malivore
sent another monster after you.

You are worried about me?

That is actually
very sweet of you, Kaleb.

Thank you for being honest with me.

You're welcome.

I'm sorry it took so long.

Just, the last time
I was vulnerable with someone...

I ended up dead.

Craving blood.

- Sporting a new grill.
- Mm-hmm.

You became a vampire.

Yeah, it's... it's a long story.

I'm sure I'll tell you
about it sometime.

I do have a free evening coming up.

You playing?

Not at all.

It is... a date.

I, uh... Something. Phlegm.

You were great today.

So great that you kicked me out
of the prison world

the moment things got dangerous?

I want you to feel
like you can count on me...

not just when it's safe,
but when there's trouble.

I do.

Landon, I sent you away
so that I could handle the mission,

but I knew that you were able
to figure out what the monster was.

Divide and conquer.

It's standard power-couple stuff.

You could warn a guy next time.

This should make it up to you.

Ready to roll?

Tonight we're going to be exploring
the Mines of Shadowspire.

Looking good, Jon Snow.

Let me get your character sheets.

Actually, I forgot to ask.
Did The Necromancer ever revive?

No. I'm not sure what it means.

We're gonna have to have Cleo
inspire a new plan.

But whatever it is,
I want you by my side.

Thanks.

Um, I'll be right back.
Don't pull any cards without me.

That's not how it works, but...

Sure you don't want
to hang around for a while?

We could eat rocky road and talk
about how I ruined Finch's life,

and ruined any shot
that Josie had with her.

I'm not ready for that yet.

But about Ethan...

I won't rat you out.

You can continue the amazing adventures
of Nerd Man and Geek Boy.

What should I do?

I don't want to compel
his memories away, but...

I don't like lying to your dad.

Don't get me wrong,

playing superhero with a human
is probably a terrible idea.

But... who am I to judge?

I was wrong about Finch.

And I was wrong to siphon you
and take the ascendant.

So...

I'm probably
not the right person to ask.

And...

I should also stop pretending
like I know the answer all the time.

You'll make the right call.

You always do.

And in that spirit...

what would you do about Josie
if you were me?

I'd try telling her the truth.

She can handle it.

She can make her own decisions
about who she's dating.

Hey.

Finch was wrong about one thing.

You are not a monster.

Everything you did today
was to protect someone you love.

People should feel lucky
if they get to be one of those people.

I had the answers

to the artifact in my hands, Dorian.

The fire suppression system
literally turned them to dust.

Yeah, the electrical fire triggered it.

Yeah, well, I guess you had to be there,

but we do have one clue to go on.

The Triad file with Da Vinci's
blueprints in it had a name:

Project Pandora.

Yes, as in the mythical box
that contains all the world's ills.

Remember?
The one that Hope and I opened.

Yo, E.

We got to talk.

I was thinking about it,
and we should tell Dr. Saltzman.

I promise I will not let him
take your memories away.

But it's always better to tell the truth

before something goes really...

wrong.

Oh, crap. Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I'm really glad
that you were here today.

Not just because you prevented me

from turning into a Babadook
or whatever,

but because I wanted to apologize.

Today was the second time
that I've put you in a position

to where you felt pressured
to take your magic back.

It shouldn't have taken
you turning into a monster

for me to realize that it was time.

You were with me
when I defeated my dark side.

And when it was over,
I was so horrified by what I had done

that I just really wanted to make sure
that it never happened again.

But in a way, that was kind of like
letting the dark part of me win.

It's a battle that's always
going to be with me,

and I don't want to run
from that anymore.

This is who I am.

Does that mean you're gonna move back?

I'm not sure about that one yet.

Hey, Hope,

can I talk to you for a minute
while Landon's getting his miniatures?

You're so lucky
Lizzie didn't hear you say that.

What's up?

Have you noticed anything strange
about Landon since he got back?

He's actually been pretty perfect.

Well, not as a DM.

- Please don't make me ask.
- Dungeon Master.

Look, this is gonna sound weird,

but earlier today he forgot
about our D&D campaign to Rulien's Keep.

Which isn't a biggie,
except that was his favorite module.

And then there's the Berbalang.

It only eats dead flesh,
but it was hankering for Landon.

Could just be a residual phoenix...

Also not a balanced part
of a Berbalang's breakfast...

they hate fire.

But the thing that really got me, Hope,

was that he stabbed you in the heart
after you called him a liar...

He didn't have a choice, okay?
I would have done the same thing.

Yeah, but Landon wouldn't.

He would never hurt you, Hope. Ever.

There's something wrong with him.

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