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Previously on The Magicians...

You didn't
just save their lives.

You changed their lives
as much as they changed yours.

You didn't want
to leave all that.

Pardon me, sir. Fillory is still
ruled by Acting High King Fen, right?

The Dark King reigns.
Glory to his rule.

High King Fen
and Josh the Fresh Prince

were overthrown 300 years ago.

We need you to go find someone,

and do your very best to convince
them to come and help us.

Alice Quinn.

Get a blood worm and cast,
you boil alive.

Reed's Mark would prevent them
from triggering the parasite.

Then once this Serpent
group have been dealt with,

the mark is
removed free of charge.

The one that I'm the most
worried about is Julia.

Thank you for deciding that I'll
never get to do magic again.

She's been in a weird place.

And magic...

Comes from pain.

Did you...
Did you just see that?

Yeah.

So, what are you
going to do with it?

Okay.

I had a dream, I had a dream

That I was your neighbor

About to give birth and then...

Julia, you, uh, ready?

Wow. Wow,

you look...
Overdressed?

...great.

I thought you said
this was a date.

I said I was taking you out,
and to dress appropriately.

That means dress up.

You totally told me to dress up.

I should have been more specific.
Good.

Glad to hear
you accept the blame.

Only problem is we gotta go
now or we're gonna miss it.

Where's your coat?

But it's 75 degrees out.
Not where we're going.

Okay.

Here.

Do you consent to be traveled?

I consent to be...

Traveled.
Where are we?

Other side of the planet.
Look.

So, my friend Seth is an artist,

but there hasn't been
enough magic

for him to work
with meteors until now.

It's incredible.

See, there are a lot of ways to use
magic to make the world a better place.

Wait. What?

Is that why you brought me here?

No, that's not really the...

I mean, you've been working so
hard to try to figure this out.

I told you, it's my business.

And I'm just trying to help.
You know, to brainstorm.

I need to choose that.

You understand what
that means, right?

You feel that?

It's another surge.

Shit.

Uh, Penny...

How does making pretty patterns

in the sky help the world when
this type of a thing can happen?

No one knows when
a magic surge is coming.

So, what? We shouldn't
try and make things nicer?

The surges are getting worse.

I'm just saying,
this is the type of thing

I should be using
my magic to fix.

Julia, I... I just wanted you
to have a break for one night.

Yeah, but this is
why I'm working.

I'm...

I only have magic
because I lost Q.

I... I just have to find
something to do with it that...

That's worth that.

Julia, there's nothing that you will ever
be able to do that's worth losing him.

You know what kills me?

I just keep thinking, like,

oh, I should talk to Q.

He'd know what I should do.

And then I think,
"Oh, right."

It's only been a month.

This kind of thing
takes a while.

Ugh. God damn it. Shit.

My apologies.
Dean Fogg?

I was waiting for
the right moment to interject.

And, well, that never came.

Are you drunk? No. And I'm
sorry about the scotch.

I was, um, smelling it.

You're not trying to get me to
go to Brakebills again, are you?

Hardly, dear.

I accepted your refusal,
as any gentleman should.

Truth is, I'm actually
here for Penny.

Jesus Christ.
What happened here?

Everett drank
a reservoir of magic

and exploded.

It had to go somewhere.

Too much magic means
too many people with potential

are discovering their gift.

Lately, more people have been
able to pass than we can handle.

And now look at this place.

Might as well be
a goddamn state school.

Overcrowded.
Discipline problems.

Did you know someone stole the
school's supply of living clay?

No. Of course,
thanks to the surges,

a few of them have
blown themselves up.

Which isn't
very good for morale,

but yes, it helps with
the goddamn over-enrollment.

With the rise in students
has come a simultaneous rise

in some of
the rarer disciplines.

Like yours.

So, who better
to teach them than you?

Whoa, I'm no professor.

Penny, you're the only
Brakebills-educated Traveler

currently alive on this planet.

Which makes you far more qualified to
teach them than anyone else I have.

Including me.

But what if one of them
gets killed because of me?

Excellent point.

This indemnifies you against
any claims, legal or magical,

that your students might make.

That doesn't actually
solve my problem.

Penny, I can assure you
that without your instruction,

one of them
will absolutely get killed.

Fine.

To our pretty corpses.

Goddamn gorgeous corpses.

I'd fuck our corpses.

What are we doing here, Eliot?

We're despairing in style, as befits
two former High Kings of Fillory.

On that note, it's 3:00,

when I usually ask you if you'd
like to talk about Quentin.

And I usually respond,
"I'm fine."

With the help of some
liberally-applied libations.

I would prefer to focus on our
current hopeless situation.

You know, I gotta give it
to this Dark King.

All the patrols
and heightened security

have made it impossible
to get into his castle.

We tried for a week.
That seems like enough.

Although "Dark King"
is a little generic

as villain names go.
Mmm.

Wouldn't you say?
I have notes.

Like, we get it. You're a despot.
You're the fucking Dark King.

Although he is
somewhat effective.

Everyone seems terrified
of him, like the bunnies.

They did seem unusually scared.
They did.

I hope they got our warning to 23.
Mmm.

You know, I know we told him not to
travel here because of time shit,

but maybe we should just take the
Portal Tree back to Earth and regroup.

I think it's not safe to leave
until we figure out the time shit.

What if we go back and bam,
it's 300 years later on Earth?

If we could just figure out
a way into his castle

and find out what happened to Josh and
Fen, we might be in a better position.

Bambi, we're 300 years
in the future.

All signs
point to "not good."

Look, Josh is
a fucking Magician.

Maybe he baked an immortality
cake or something.

Plus, it's Fillory.

Weirdness abounds.

Huh.

I guess these people didn't get the
memo they're living in a dystopia.

A fine unshackling
to you, pilgrims.

Hello.

I see you've gotten a head
start on today's festivities.

Right.

I'm... I'm Pree.

And, uh, you two
must be High King Margo

and High King Eliot.

Um, what?
Now, guess who I am.

Come on.

High King Fen the Toeless.

Not bad, right?
They're cosplaying as us.

- Hey, so where's this big party?
- Yeah.

You two really
have been drinking.

There's only one place to
celebrate the Great Unshackling.

Castle Whitespire.
Castle Whitespire.

Castle Whitespire.
Of course. Where else?

We want to get there before all the
good seats are gone, so come with us.

Come on.
Come on.

It can't be that easy, can it?
I guess so.

Good afternoon, Alice.

It is afternoon, you know.

You got another letter
from the Library.

You know, they're just gonna keep
sending them unless you respond.

I know.

I already told them no.

I'm just bad at listening.

Alice, you know, I have no
problem with you living here.

And it is your business if you
want to let yourself go.

But right now
I need you to put on,

you know, whatever fits
and help me.

It's an emergency.

You want my help to cheat?

Not cheat. Pick.

It's my ladies' garden club
perennial orchid competition,

and, well, I want to win.

But none of them
are Magicians, right?

Yeah, but that doesn't mean

they're not a bunch
of mean old twats.

Mom, this is not an emergency.
Yes, it is.

There's too much magic, Alice.

Everything that I touch just.

It grows like crazy.
I'll get it.

Hey. Uh, can I come in?

Uh, welcome to Introductory
Psychic Translocation.

My name is Professor Adiyodi.

I see you have your Umar,
Kaminsky, Aurora.

See, I... I always thought
books would help.

Only problem is books make you think
you can do something that you shouldn't.

Anyone here know
other people's thoughts yet?

Cool.

You're gonna want to get some psychic
wards to block that shit out right now.

The truth?
Being a Traveler is a curse.

Best case scenario, you end up
a taxi service for your friends.

Worst case, you dream about volcanoes
and then you wake up in one.

What?

Yeah, are you actually gonna
teach us something,

or are you just gonna
keep trying to scare us?

Look, man. I'm trying
to be real with you.

You should be scared.

I mean, have you even
actually Travelled?

Anyone?
Okay, seriously?

Get an anti-Travelling tattoo
and then just go.

Enjoy your life.

'Cause it'll be a hell of a lot longer
than if you stick around with this shit.

End of class. Peace.

I miss him, too, but a seance?

Well, I wanted to talk to him, and
then I realized, what if I could?

You know, what if we could?

Actually talking to the dead
is wild magic.

It's way too dangerous.

Well, then what should I do?

Because I don't know,
and the person I want to ask

is Q.

I miss him every day, too.

I honestly don't know
how to move on without him.

I just...
But we have to, right?

I found it. It was his.

Uh, his notes
are written in the margin.

What a nerd.

Can't talk to him,
but can read it.

Picture what he was thinking.

Next best thing.

Um...

Is Kady here?

Let me get this straight.

Your friend tried to remove your
Reed's Mark with magic and...

Blew my arm off. Yeah.
I still can't cast, either.

Why not go to a hospital?
I don't have health insurance.

Well, I know a spell.

Might make you vomit, though.
Like, a lot?

One-armed beggars can't be
one-armed choosers.

Ugh.

- Oh.
- Hold his arm in place.

Wait, wait, wait.
How much throw-up, really?

Wow.

Thank you.

Uh-oh.

You got that look, boss.

That guy. He was so afraid
of not having magic,

he was willing to risk blowing
his own arm off to get it back.

That guy was an idiot.

Or maybe just desperate.

So, what? It's hard to be a Hedge?
It's always been hard.

We could at least
defend ourselves.

I thought with magic back
things would get better.

The Library promised they'd remove
all of Reed's Marks, and they haven't.

Are you surprised?

I hear the Library's
falling apart,

so I doubt that fixing hedge witches
ranks high on their to-do list.

I'm done waiting.

There's tons of magic now.

So let's figure out a way
to remove them ourselves.

If you're serious,

I heard about a guy
who might be able to help.

An Order of the Library of the
Neitherlands medical manual

should have the ritual
you're looking for.

And why should we trust you?

'Cause I don't give a rat's tit
about the Library. Never have.

I don't even read books.

But you worked for them?

Not anymore. Contracts aren't
valid once the place collapses.

Besides, I'm chaotic neutral,
so I do a lot of crazy shit.

For cash.

And since we're not here to fuck
spiders, you can pay, can't you?

We can pay.

How soon can you
get us the manual?

I'm not getting it for you. I'll
just tell you where you can find it.

A former Library book depository
no one's hit yet. They'll have one.

And a lot more goodies besides.

And you're not grabbing these
goodies for yourself. Why?

Mate, if I knew how to rob that
place without getting decapitated,

I'd be robbing it right now.

You have all come to hear
the story of the Great Unshackling.

First, there was I,
Ember, god of Fillory.

Then came
my boring brother, Umber.

Together, we created this world.

But I thought it would be funny

if Fillory were ruled
by Children of Earth.

I am High King Eliot,

and I am drunk all the time.

That's original.

I am High King Margo,
and I am angry all the time.

I am King Quentin, and
I am dissatisfied all the time.

I am Queen Alice, and I died.

Sort of.

It's complicated.

The Children of Earth
came and went,

doing their
Children of Earth things,

like chewing loudly and texting.

One of them even killed me.

Which was not funny, but
at least it was unexpected.

He neglected to mention he was
gonna destroy the world.

True that, girl.
Shh.

No matter who was in charge,
Fillory remained shackled to them.

Which brings us to these two.

Ooh.

I am High King Fen the Toeless,

and I like knives.

I am Josh the Fresh Prince,
and I love to eat.

Also, I have a mustache.

Oh.

Guess Josh must have gone
through a mustache phase.

So they weren't paying
attention when it happened.

The Takers came into Fillory.

The borderlands became overrun.

The people fled for their lives.

Boo.

Boo.

What's a Taker?
I don't know.

No one knows where the Takers
came from, but they were everywhere.

- The people asked for help.
- But we didn't do anything.

The people prayed.

There were no more gods
in Fillory,

yet their prayers
were answered anyway.

I will save
the people of Fillory.

Who was this mysterious hero?

Oh, just a humble wizard coming
to you out of the darkness.

Eventually,
the people would decide

to make this dark wizard
their king.

The Dark King.

I promise to protect you
as long as I live.

And I shall live forever.

But before this could happen,
the people handed out just deserts.

To the gallows!

Did somebody say "desert"?

As we cast
off the shackles of our past,

I declare today will be known
hence as the Great Unshackling.

And the people of Fillory
lived happily ever after.

Margo, for God's sake,
would you just come back?

They murdered them. They
murdered the shit out of them.

Okay, yeah, like, 300 years ago.
All right?

Look, maybe you didn't have time
to prepare yourself for this,

but you have to know
it didn't end well for them.

Yeah, well, it's not over yet.

We're gonna Endgame this shit.

When did you have time
to go see Endgame?

Does it matter?

All I'm saying is we're
gonna time-fix this bitch.

In the center of Fillory is a
clockwork heart built by dwarves.

They're the ones who taught Jane
Chatwin how to do time magic.

Jesus Helena Bonham Christ.
Read the books already, El.

Uh...

We're gonna dial back the clock

300 years
to before all this bullshit.

Right. So I guess we just
have to somehow find our way

to the center of the world then?

When I was High King, I started
excavations to reach it.

I wanted to meet
the Clock dwarf,

who takes care
of the clockwork heart.

Come on.

So, we're actually going to
slide to the center of the world?

Oh, grow a clit, will you?

Bitch, I would if I could.

So what made you
change your mind?

I need to get out of the house,

and your request seemed
the least annoying.

You promise you won't
ask me to join the Library?

Promise. I just need a phosphoromancer
for, like, an afternoon.

Fine.

Motherfucker. I have
a serious case of slide-ass.

Yeah. I think I lost several
pounds to friction burn, as well.

Welcome, adventurers.

Wait. You're
the Clock Dwarf?

Huh. I thought
you'd be smaller.

'Cause I deal with clocks?

'Cause on Earth,
"dwarf" means small.

Really? Is Earth really big?

So, tell me. Did you happen
to bring any food with you?

Uh...

Were we supposed
to bring you some food?

I mean, you didn't have to.

I just figured if you came
all that way from the surface,

you might have some
hearty adventuring snacks,

like bread and maybe ham,

and cheese and lettuce and
perhaps some assorted condiments.

Sounds like you want
a ham sandwich.

If you're offering
a ham sandwich...

I'm not.

Ah. I see. It's just...

I don't get out much on account
of the massive disruptions

in the flow of time
that happens when I do.

I get by on cave mushrooms.

They're fine.

Um, we were hoping you might
be able to help us.

Earth and Fillory
kinda fell out of sync.

On Earth, barely any time has passed,
while here, it's been 300 years.

Uh, big old surge of magic
skipped the gears forward.

I had to crank down on it
before it went too far.

Okay, how about you just
wind it back 300 years then?

Eh, can't. These clock gears
aren't made to go backward.

I could probably jump you
forward 300 years if you want.

Why the shit would we want to go
another 300 years in the future?

Why would you want to go
300 years in the past?

Because all our friends are
dead and the world is fucked.

Oh, wow.

Sorry.

These mushrooms,
they also get me high,

so I don't always pick up
on emotional cues.

Look.

You're a smart dwarf, right?
Yeah.

There's got to be
some way to skip back.

I mean, this whole thing is
already impossible, isn't it?

We're sorry
we didn't bring you snacks.

No, this isn't
even about the snacks.

If I wound the clock backward,
it would just be bad.

How bad?
'Cause it's bad now.

Like apocalypse bad.
It would destroy Fillory.

So, I'm sorry.
I wish I could help you.

You guys want
some cave mushrooms?

Look on the bright side, Bambi.

We just got to slide up
back to the surface,

which hurt a lot less
than on the way down,

and now we get to hole up in a
lovely villa on the Grand Canal

and sip Bellinis
until we pass out.

We can't leave Fillory.

I don't want to tell you
that things are hopeless,

but they're not
looking very good.

And I hate to see
you feeling like this.

I'm not gonna feel better.

What the hell is wrong with you?
You should feel just as upset.

Uh... I don't know. I guess
it takes a lot to upset me.

I think you're gloriously medicated
and in some textbook denial.

I'm managing.

I'm fine.
Sure. You're fine.

A monster rode you around for
months while he murdered people.

And then one of
your closest friends died.

You know, I don't remember
anything from in there.

As if that changes
a goddamn thing.

Quentin died, and it hurts.

And I don't really want
to talk about it.

Everything I have to say,
you already know.

So, why?

Well, if it were me,

I'd be driving a fucking semi
down Fury Road.

Yeah, well, feelings are gauche,

and I'm sparing you mine, and I
thought you would be grateful.

I don't care what you're like
out there, but with me,

I thought you'd
at least try to be real.

Bambi.
Don't "Bambi" me.

If you're gonna be this stupid,
I need some time alone to calm down.

Fine.

Hey. Banished scum.

What happened here?

Been a rough couple of weeks.
Everyone's abandoned us.

We've lost most of the branches.

Can't even reach our people
in the Underworld.

Where's Zelda?

- Oh, God, who knows?
- She's a mess.

Look, no bullshit.

After you refused to help her
for, like, the fifteenth time,

I think it broke her brain. She said she
can't be trusted to lead and ran off.

Then who's leading the Library?

Well, not me, that's for sure.
I'm just doing my job.

That's a Library
Branch Index, isn't it?

You know about these?
I've heard a couple things.

Okay, well, it shows you the location
of every volume and how to access it.

Mmm. So, what's
the problem then?

The phosphoromancer
who did this is dead.

I need you to unlock it.

If you're gonna watch,
I'll need a drink.

Yeah, I could use one myself.

Ugh.

I think there's a bit of confusion
about the nature of your job.

You told me they'd get
killed if I didn't talk to them,

so I told them
how not to get killed.

Well, how very
thoughtful of you.

Look, man.

I was doing you a solid, but
I don't think I'm your guy.

This is the time, as a dean, where
I usually dig deep to find a funny

or sad anecdote to win you back.

But since I've stopped drinking,
those no longer come easy.

You stopped drinking?
Yes.

I've lost the taste for it,
I'm afraid.

Maybe it's what happened
to Quentin.

Maybe it's just my liver.

Either way,
I'm a bit raw at the moment,

so you will forgive
my bluntness.

You signed a contract.

I thought that was,
like, to protect me.

I lied.

It was an employment contract,
which forbids you from quitting.

I've never met a Penny
who read the fine print.

So what if I break it?

Well, I will sue you
into oblivion.

Could you fight it? Yes.
Would you win? No.

Could you run?

- Well, yes, of course.
- You're a Traveler.

But I doubt a world exists

where you could hide
from our lawyers.

I will see you at school,
Professor.

Not that there's
anything wrong with masturbation.

There's a tradition
of librarians masturbating.

It goes back centuries. But just the
way he did it was creepy.

Mmm. Whew.

God damn. I need to pee.

Holy shit.

Apologies, my good lady, for
the intrusion into your maison.

And... And for startling you.

And for raiding your magical
winter box of comestibles.

It has been a long
and arduous journey.

Find...

Who are you?

I am Sir Hargreave Mcgrubney Cubbins
Archibald Brian Effingham the Third.

But you can call me
Sir Effingham.

Are you from Fillory?

Why, yes, I am. Well deduced.

You are a credit to your sex.

Gonna move past that.
Um...

What brings you here to Earth?

I am here on a mission
of dreadful import.

It is not an exaggeration to say

that the very fate of both of
our worlds lies in the balance.

You're here to bestow a quest.

I am here to bestow a quest.

You know,
this timing is perfect.

Because, honestly, I've been
feeling a little lost lately.

And I've been looking for
something to do with my magic

to make a difference. You
know, searching for a sign.

And here you are.
Here I am.

So, tell me.
How can I help you?

You can help me
find Quentin Coldwater.

Oh...

Yeah. Um...
No, that's not...

Perhaps you have been
beset by hysteria.

Is your corset too tight?

It can cause the womb to wander.
I've seen it happen.

Um, no, you can't
talk to Quentin because he's dead.

He died.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear, oh dear,
oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

I do believe
I'm having the hog sweats.

Are you...
Are you all right?

No, my dear lady. I do
not believe that I am.

You see, this matter
that brings me here,

it is somewhat apocalyptic
in nature.

Oh, I find that I do not
feel at all well.

Perhaps you could pour me
a draft of medicinal cocaine?

Oh.

Yeah, that's not a thing
we use anymore.

Have you not modern medicine
in this godforsaken world?

Oh, this is truly the end times.

Well, maybe I could help you
to save the world.

Yes. Very good.

Oh, you're serious?

No, no, no. You see, I'm afraid
that that would be far too difficult

for someone like you to handle.

You know, I have saved the world before.
I was an actual goddess.

And you are still quite
fetching, albeit unmarried.

Look, the nature of the quest
that I must deliver,

well, it requires
a certain kind of hero.

And what kind of hero
would that be?

Well, that is to say,
to use the common tongue,

a hero with a pork loin.

So, the apocalypse
is happening, or whatever,

and this little piggy comes
all this way,

but you won't accept my help
because I'm a woman?

Quite right. Well, I have
a long journey ahead of me.

This has been
a dreadful setback,

but I am sure
that a hero will rise,

and he will save us.

Madam, I have heard
from many trusted sources

that hysteria such as yours
can be cured,

temporarily,
through pelvic massage.

I must go.

Look familiar?

This building, our target.
It's missing.

Maybe it's some kind of
optical displacement spell?

Like the building's hidden?

Come on.

Hey, man, can you tell me, did
there used to be a building here?

Don't think so.
Are you sure?

I mean, I've only worked in this
park for, like, eight years.

But, yeah, maybe
I'm wrong about it.

Well, guy says there was
never a building here.

So, looks like
Gavin ripped us off.

He didn't rip us off.
There was a building.

I can still see the residue
from the wards.

So what happened to it?

I think someone stole it, then
mind-wiped everyone in the area.

Do you know what kind of skills
it would take to steal a building

with Level Five wards? That's
like, Gandalf-level skills.

That's like... Wait.
Gandalf was a wizard, right?

Pete, just... Shit.

I think we might have
some competition.

So, the apocalypse is coming,

but don't worry your pretty little head about it?
What are we gonna do?

It's not like he's the first guy
to tell me I'm not good enough.

Right. And how screwed is the
universe that it doesn't even realize

Quentin's dead
and plan around it?

Truth? I don't think the universe
is really looking out for anyone.

Try saying that
to your students.

I think I've already told them
all the depressing things.

I can't believe
I have to go back.

What the fuck am I
gonna say to them?

Well, what would you say if you
could say anything you wanted?

'Cause you can.

What would you say to the pig?

I'd say,

"Hey, Porky.

"If I wait for you to tell me
to be the hero,

"then I'm just buying
into your bullshit."

In real life you don't get chosen.
You choose your quest.

And I'm choosing mine.
Yeah.

You know, I got magic back
because Quentin died,

and I think I know what
I'm gonna do with it.

I'm gonna figure out what's causing
the apocalypse, and I'm gonna stop it.

When I got to Brakebills, I
thought I'd die before I turned 30.

That's all anyone
ever told me. Travelers die.

And bad shit has happened
to me, but not to you.

Not yet, anyway.

You still get a choice
about your path.

And since I already talked
about the bad side,

I should probably show you
the good side, too.

Anyone who wants
to see that, come here.

Cool. You brought us
to rocks.

Look up.

Whoa.

A few years ago, I was
running from some bad shit,

and I found this place.

It's not on any map.

You guys can breathe.

There's no one here.
Just us.

Oh, my God.

When you master your powers,
you can wake up anywhere,

in any world.

If you want to still do this, I'll help you.
Just think about it.

For now, I'm gonna shut up
and let you enjoy this place.

Professor Adiyodi?

Merritt, right?
Yeah.

I had a question.

You said you heard voices
from other worlds.

You hearing something?

It's not a voice.
It's more like, um, a signal.

Okay. Um...
Uh, sit down.

Yeah.

I'm gonna take down my wards
so you can show me.

You just, uh, close your eyes, okay?
Okay.

All right.

Professor?

Oh. Professor,
what happened?

I don't...
I couldn't control myself.

Did the signal make you do that?

Hello? Anybody there?

Just great. What are you
gonna do now, Margo?

It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.

It's... Who am I kidding?

They're gonna chop
my goddamn head off.

Josh? Josh. Josh.

Of course I get trapped in here
with the ghost loop version of him.

Margo, wherever you are,
I hope you're okay.

I wish you were here.

I wish I wasn't gonna die alone.

Oh.

Why are you smoking?
I don't know.

Quentin did sometimes.

Can I have one?

You know, you're the only person in
the world who can smoke judgmentally.

I know what
you're going through.

When your father died, I was a wreck.
I didn't know what to do.

I wasn't ready to be alone.
I didn't even know how to be alone.

I did some pretty
insane things just to get by.

Insane even for me. But
I'll spare you the details.

Doesn't sound like you.

Well, I could tell you,
if you prefer.

What's your point, Mom?

That everything's just gonna
get better eventually?

No one gets to tell you
how to grieve, Alice.

You're on this journey
by yourself.

Only you know where
it's gonna take you.

If you need to do something
crazy to get through it,

do something crazy, okay?