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Everyone, please quiet down.

Please, people.

Thank you.

Now...

It has been a very trying
last few days, as we know.

The Split River Police
are considering this

a missing person investigation.

I know this is alarming
news, but we have

every hope she will be found...

What was her name again?

Maggie somebody?

Hmm.

- They found a bunch
of blood smeared

all over the janitor's closet.

- I thought it was
the boiler room?

- They think her phone's, like,
still in the school somewhere.

I guess they tried to...

Oh my god. She doesn't
have her phone?

That's so sad.

Hey.

Can you two please focus?

I'm sorry, Claire.

Did you sleep?

No.

You?

- we can band together to
show off just how great...

No.

- And I remind you,
if you know anything,

anything at all,

please come forward.

And now a little levity.

Yes, a routine from our very
own Split River cheer squad.

Yes!

Thank you.

All right, let's have
the cheer squad come

to the center of
the court, please.

Thank you.

I just want to take a moment
to acknowledge the debate team.

They placed third at the
regional championships.

Yes!

- Hey, at least they
used a nice photo of you.

I'm trying to focus.

Ready?

OK!

Hey, Split River,
what do you say?

- If you ask me, what's really
missing here is a little tact.

Come on, Split
River, get on your feet.

The Bandits gonna bring the...

Heat, heat, heat!

B-A-N-D-I-T-S!

Go, Bandits, go!

For Maggie!

It's Maddie!

OK.

Say it with me now,
just one more time.

They can't hear you.

- congratulations
to Mr. Anderson.

They've reached their
fundraising goal.

- The good news is, it's
only a matter of time

till they realize you're dead.

- will make their
debut at the state

tournament in Waukesha.

OK.

- ♪ Don't forget
me when I'm gone ♪

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♪ Don't forget me
when I'm gone, gone ♪

♪ Don't you forget me ♪

♪ Don't forget me
when I'm gone ♪

♪ Don't forget me
when I'm gone ♪

This is ridiculous.

I've been wandering the
halls for three days,

and I still don't know
where I'm supposed to be.

- If you're looking for it
to make sense, you can stop.

It's not going to.

Are you sure I'm dead?

- Mm-hmm.

- Maybe... maybe I'm in a
coma in a hospital somewhere

and some overworked nurse is
stepping on my breathing tube.

- And I just need to wake up.
- OK, wow.

Yeah, no. Someone's been
reading way too much Stephen King.

A coma is a lovely
thought, but no.

If you're here, you're here.

I hate it here.

Oh, listen.

I get it.

It's just moving from
one prison to another.

Only difference is
that high school

used to feel like an eternity,
and now it actually is.

Hey, you.

What are you doing?

You can't bounce
that in the hall.

Come on, give it here.

You can grab it after school.

- Yeah, that's one thing
that hasn't changed for me

since I went here in the '90s.

I was basically invisible
when I was alive too.

- You going to go back
to the senior assembly?

That assembly is a joke.

I'm going to look for my friend.

Nicole.

Nicole.

Nicole.

Nicole, look at me.

I'm right here.

Nicole.

Nicole.

Come on.

There's some people I
think you should meet.

I already have friends.

Just try one meeting, OK?

And... and if you
hate it, I'll never

bother you about it again.

I'm holding you to that.

OK.

- Oh, are we playing
basketball, now?

Oh my god, no.

Please leave the sports
to the living kids.

We're over here.

No need to flinch.

They can't see you, and
they can't hurt you.

It's one of the small perks
of the whole being dead thing.

Come on.

I'm sitting there.

Oh, that's Rhonda.

She's really into Kerouac
poems and confrontation.

Sorry.

Is this seat taken?

Uh, not anymore.

That was Janet's.

What happened to her?

All right, everyone.

Let's get started.

Hello.

I'm glad you decided to join us.

I'm Mr. Martin.

Well, we have a new
student with us today.

Um, would you like to
introduce yourself?

I'm good.

Um, sure.

Hey.

I'm, uh, Madison Nears, but
everyone calls me Maddie.

Hi, Maddie.

- Welcome to the Split River
High Afterlife Support Group.

It takes a lot of
courage to be here,

especially when you're new.

Thanks.

- Would you like to tell
us a little about yourself?

What do you need to know?

- Well, you could start
with how your day is going.

Has Charley been
a helpful guide?

How'd you die?

OK, Rhonda.

Why don't we try to
raise our hands if we're

going to ask a question?

- Uh, one minute I was
ditching study hall,

and then the next I'm here.

But I don't know
who did this to me.

Oh, you were murdered.

Welcome to the club.

- Can we maybe exchange
names first so Maddie

feels a little more welcome?

I don't know, exactly.

Exactly?

- Look, they haven't
found my body yet.

But I know that there was blood
on the walls of the boiler

room, and I'm here now.

Huh.

Huh?

What's huh?

Uh.

What?

Is that... is that
weird or something?

Not knowing?

Well, um, it's a first.

- So then what do you
remember, cherry pop?

OK, Rhonda.

Um, clearly Maddie doesn't
want to talk about it,

and she doesn't remember.

Do you think it hurts?

What?

Get on your feet.

Smiling that much.

I wouldn't know.

I'm too scared to try it.

But you really
should smile more.

Ow!

Asshat.

Go, Bandits, go!

The Bandits gonna bring
the heat, heat, heat.

B-A...

Hey, Simon!

Wait up.

OK.

I'll see you in study hall?

Yeah.

So what did you think?

- Well, I think you
may have overhyped it.

What?

- Look. I just think,
why mess with a classic?

The original "Carrie" was great.

- Why remake it?
- Oh my god, here we go.

Tell me.

Seriously.

What bold new statement do
you get from the reboot?

Feminism?

It's a story about
an underdog loser

who gets covered in
loads of pig blood

and then burns
everyone who crossed

her to death at the prom.

It's inherently feminist.

So you hate women?

I swear I don't.

- OK. Are you still up for
"Night of the Living Dead"

at the Apex tonight?

Yeah, wouldn't miss it.

Did you print your ticket?

I forgot.

- Si, I texted you a reminder,
which I know you read.

- You know, your trust
issues run pretty deep

when you require the
people in your life

to turn on the read receipts.

I'll print it later.

- Is it cool with
you if Xavier joins?

Why?

He doesn't even
like horror movies.

Yeah, but he's never seen it.

And I thought it could be fun.

Yeah, no.

It'll be fun.

What is this?

I hope the poor son of a
bitch is getting extra credit.

- While we're here, should
we ask him if he wants

to come to the movies too?

Stop.

- How's, uh... how's your mom?

She's fine.

She's sobering up.

She'll be back in,
like, two weeks.

So until then, the
castle is all mine.

Oh.

Man, should we
throw a sick party

and invite all of our friends?

We're throwing a party?

Nicole.

- You want to come to a party?
- Sure.

- OK, I invited
all of our friends.

It's going to be a rager.

Hitting the hard stuff a
little early, huh, Nicole?

- No, I had this portfolio
review last night,

and it was pretty intense.

I was, like, buzzing all night.

Nicole, what?

For schools?

How'd it go?

Really well.

Two schools in Chicago
said they loved my stuff.

Dude, that's amazing.

Damn, look at us!

We're all making it out.

Sayonara, Shit River!

Northwestern won't
know what hit them!

Sorry, man.

My bad. Sorry.

I got that.

Slow your roll.

We're not even in yet.

- Here it comes,
my favorite sound.

Yeah.

You degenerates are late.

Let's go. Let's go.

I'm not even in your class.

- You're late as
well and degenerate.

Come on.

In, in.

Ms. Nears, what is this,
Kurt Cobain cosplay?

- Wow, Mr. A. Really aging
yourself with that one.

- I'll take that
as a compliment.

Everybody in?

OK.

Everything OK, Maddie?

- I just, uh...

I have to go to
the ladies' room.

- Oh, but that's why we
have time between the bells.

I'll be so quick.

- You're not coming
back, though, are you?

Are you?

I love my job.

Jesus!

Did I spook you?

A little bit.

What are you doing out of class?

- I came out to ask
you the same question.

I thought we were hanging
out in study hall.

We are.

I'm skipping gym.

Phone was totally dead.

Came out here to
charge it in peace.

But now I can't find my charger.

- I told you, those
things will kill you.

Cell phones?

- You know, you don't
have to lie to me.

OK.

Fine.

I'm a total burnout
who is skipping class

to get high in his car.

Congratulations. You got me.

- For the record, you're
the worst liar in the world.

- Maybe you're just
the best detective.

- Well, I would
hop in and join you

if you were finally
driving off into the sunset

and skipping town for good.

But I will leave you to
squander your future in peace.

Thank you for that.

Give up the drugs, Xavier.

You know, I need you
to stay out of juvie

at least until homecoming.

I don't want to skip it alone.

I thought your phone was dead.

No, no, no, no, no.

Shit.

- Are you just going
to stare at this guy

your entire afterlife, or...

Hmm?

I mean, he's cute.

I'll give you that.

He's not doing very well.

- Huh? Uh, OK.

- I just wish he
knew I'm right here.

Well, he never will.

Sadly, they have
no clue we're here.

It blows, but them's the breaks.

Is there any way to go back?

There is no back.

That life you used to have?

It's not an option.

But there may be a way forward.

What?

Forward where?

- Well, you know,
the great beyond.

Onward, upward,
wherever that may be.

We're all just trying to
cross over, which is why it is

important to stick together.

I mean, Janet did it, and
she'd been here since 1960.

She was a total group diehard.

Since 1960?

Yeah.

Well, the alternative is Dawn.

She never comes to group.

No. Instead, she just sort
of, uh, bops around aimlessly.

- What happened to her?
- Oh, no clue.

No. But it was the '70s, so,
uh... you know, bad acid,

cult initiation gone wrong.

Probably drank the
wrong Kool-Aid.

Sweet.

Yeah.

Uh, you can touch it.

But you're never going to change

anything in their world.

That's depressing.

Yeah.

If you really want to
depress yourself, follow.

2004.

The marching band hit a
really bad storm coming

back from a competition.

Bus spun out and
flipped on campus.

Half a dozen kids ended
up here all at once.

Look at them.

Just keep marching around in
their metaphorical circles,

like a bunch of little idiots.

Hmm.

Working with Mr. Martin, being
a part of our little club,

it helps.

Keeps you from getting
stuck in the past.

Oh, great. And we're
back to staring.

No. Don't take my advice.

Let me shut up. Uh, OK.

You just come find
me when you're ready.

OK.

Before we get started,
are there any questions

on last night's reading?

- I have a question.
- Yes?

- Do we seriously think
that girl is going

to come back for her jacket?

Don't be a dick.

Maddie wouldn't wear that.

No, but I would.

That's mine.

That is Maddie's seat.

We're going to be saving it
for her until she gets back.

- Simon, did you
have a question?

How's that going to help?

- It's a reminder, to keep
your classmate in our thoughts.

- I'm so sick of all
this stupid virtue

signaling bullshit.

It's phony.

Two seconds after keeping
her in our thoughts,

we're doing cheer routines,
draping blazers over desks,

pretending that
everything is normal?

People are laughing about it.

There's a sign-up sheet
for a search party.

No one put their name on it.

No one.

Simon.

Including you.

Shouldn't your name be
first on the list, Xavier?

Simon.

Let's all take a breath.

We don't know what happened yet.

We can't give up hope.

He knows something.

Simon.

- What do I know?
- I need you both...

- No, no, no. You
think you're so smart.

Tell me what the fuck
you think I know.

- You know where she is.
- Gentlemen.

I'm not taking this shit.

- Hey, you're not
going anywhere.

- Excuse me, I don't think so.
- Stop!

- Why do you have
Maddie's phone?

You had this the whole time?

Hmm?

Anything you want
to say about it?

Been a couple, two, three days.

You've got the phone.

You don't say anything.

Don't fixate.

There are much better ways
to pass your time here.

- He has that
phone for a reason.

He's probably trying
to use it to figure out

what happened to me.

By not giving it to the cops?

I don't know, OK?

I mean, maybe he
knows something,

and then there's
something on the phone.

Maybe he needs it
to prove something.

- No, no, no, no. All right.

I'm calling a
time-out. Mm-kay?

I think you need to
take a chill pill.

Let's go to my office.

Isn't this nice?

- How is this
supposed to help me?

- OK. Wow.

You are not very good at
first impressions, huh?

It's very me, me,
me, me, me with you.

I know we're going to be
spending a lot of time

together, but it
wouldn't kill you

to at least pretend to
be interested in getting

to know me.

OK, fine.

Uh, how did you die?

- Oh, OK. Wow.

Yeah, we're skipping small talk,

going straight for
the heavy stuff?

I give up.

Wouldn't you know it, the
one day I forget my EpiPen

is the one day they cook the
French fries in peanut oil.

- God.
- No, don't sweat it.

The bigger disappointment
was me thinking

I would get to haunt
all the assholes who

tortured me while I was here.

But uh, instead I was
haunted by all the jokes

they made once I was gone.

What do you mean?

- I was a gay kid in the
'90s who died because he

was allergic to nuts.

OK, that's where you're
supposed to laugh.

Still fixating, aren't you?

- Xavier's got to have
that phone for a reason.

Maybe.

But maybe it doesn't
matter in the end.

Why wouldn't it matter?

- I'm just trying to
prepare you for the fact

that you might not
like the answers

to all of your questions.

- If people thought your
boyfriend killed you,

wouldn't you want to know?

- No one ever called
me their boyfriend.

And besides, even if they
did, we'd have to hide it.

That is why I love this place.

Can't hide anything in here.

And don't try to tell me that
this is predatory behavior.

I'm a ghost.

What the heck am I going to do?

- You're going to
get us in trouble.

You're the one who's trouble.

- I really like
you, Maddie Nears.

Shit,
shit, shit. Come on.

I got an idea.

- Come on.
- Where are you going?

Shit.

Hide, hide!

- Hello? Anybody in here?

Hello?

Hello?

Somebody in here?

You can't be in here.

Xavier, what... what
the hell are you doing?

Mr. G, what are you doing?

I'm showering.

- Xavier, the school
is closed at 6:00 p.m.

- You can't be in here.
- Mr. G, I'm sorry.

I just don't really feel
comfortable with you

watching me like this.

- I... I wasn't.

I was just closing up.

Uh, just finish up
what you're doing.

You've got... you've
got to get out of here.

- I just feel very
exposed to you right now.

It's a very
compromising position.

I feel compromised.
Wonder what...

Damn it, just finish up.

Have a good night.

There's no way he did it.

Wait, what?

Where are you going?

Simon.

Slow down.

Simon.

Hey! Sorry.

Simon.

I knew it.

I fucking knew it.

We don't know everything yet.

He has her phone, Nicole.

That's evidence.

Evidence of what?

You're acting crazy.

Look.

What if she just gave
him her phone for...

I don't know, so she could go
out of town for a few days?

- Out of town? Where?

Where would Maddie go?
And what about the blood?

Why are you doing this?

Going to the
worst-case scenario?

How does that help anything?

What?

What's Claire Z doing?

Oh!

Hey.

- Now's not really a great time.

Wally Clark.

Class of '84.

I was laid out by a tackle
during my senior year

homecoming game.

Never made it off the field.

Nice to meet you.

Um, Maddie.

Current unsolved mystery.

Pleasure.

Wait, Wally Clark?

Yeah.

Why does that sound familiar?

- Oh, well, they named
the stadium after me.

Ah.

That must feel nice.

Look, I can't really
chat right now,

because I've got some
holes in my memory to fill.

Hey. Well, that's
why I'm here.

I can... I can totally
help you fill your holes.

- Excuse me?
- Oh.

Um, OK.

I obviously did not mean it
for it to come off that way.

In my head, it was more
of, like, a metaphoric...

I can help you figure
things out, if you need it.

- OK. I can handle myself.

OK.
- And I don't really think I need to take advice

from someone who
looks like they're

- headed to aerobics class.
- Yeah, right?

I mean, I'm glad I
had this in my locker,

or else I would have been
rocking shoulder pads.

Which would have
sucked, because I think

those are totally out now.

I do wish I brought my
Walkman to school that day.

Or clean socks. Or deodorant.

Wait. Were you missing
anything when you came here?

- I mean, other than a
pulse and a heartbeat?

No. No, not really. Why?

- My phone and my backpack,
they were with me.

Ugh.

The tickets are
in here somewhere.

I printed them out this morning.

Aha.

Here they are.

Oh, shit.

Uh, I can't make it tonight.

Come on.

Sorry, I completely spaced.

I have band practice.

- Wouldn't it be easier
just to tell me that you

- don't want to see this movie?
- That is not it, OK?

I do. It's just... it's the
only night we could do it.

And you know what they say.

What do they say?

- Bros before strong,
independent women

with bright futures. It's
a very popular phrase.

You're stupid.

You're lucky you're cute.

- What the Lord deny in
brain, He deliver in beauty.

And boy, did He deny.

Mads?

I have to go take
care of some things.

Are you OK?

- And I'm missing
my necklace too.

Huh.

- Can you please
stop saying huh?

Hey.

Maybe it's a good thing you
don't remember everything, OK?

Sometimes I wish I could forget.

Xavier?

Xavier, listen to me.

They let you out?

Just leave me alone.

- You had her phone
for three days.

Why didn't you say anything?

- I don't have to
tell you anything.

- Why don't you just come clean?

Spare us having to
force it out of you.

- Who's going to force
it out of me, Simon?

- You?
- Hey. Chill out.

Simon, enough!

Hey, you two!

Stop!

Knock it off!

- Stop, stop, stop!
- Knock it off!

Stop, stop!

Xavier, please stop!

Stop it!

What do you kids
think you're doing?

Are you OK?

- Don't give me another
reason to expel you.

Are you OK?

Let me see.

- You still wonder where
the blood came from?

- Maddie? Hello.

We... we just started the session.
- You want to help me, big shot?

Fine. Help me.

I need you to force a
confession out of someone.

You know, rattle some chains.

Inhabit his body.

Scare the life out of him.

Whatever it takes.

What's the problem?

I need you to channel
all your ghostly energy

and dangle this sack of
shit out of a window until

he cracks.

OK, you're not getting it.

That's not how this works, OK?

It's not like in the movies.

We couldn't do that,
even if we wanted to.

And I do want to.

Yeah. Maybe you're all fine just
accepting this, but I'm not.

I need to know what happened.

- We're not in some
haunted house, chick.

Maybe this doesn't
jive with your fantasy

of what this should
be, but we're

quite literally a world away.

We're not there. We're here.

Stuck.

No. Not good enough.

You know, if my friends can't
get the truth out of him,

then I have to.

- What you're feeling right now
is absolutely natural, Maddie.

You're longing for
a sense of control.

We've all been there.

Talking through it can help.

I wasn't ready to die.

Talking about it
won't change anything.

If I have to search this entire
town for answers, I'll do it.

I'm not willing to just give
up, like the rest of you.

We're not giving up.

- We're moving forward.
- Yeah?

Well, for a guy who's
supposed to be getting

people out of here,
this still looks

like a pretty crowded room.

I'm getting the hell
out of this place.

- ♪ Angelica was on
her way to the party ♪

♪ She doesn't need
to wait for anybody ♪

♪ Knows exactly
what she's doing ♪

♪ I watch as she
commands the room ♪

♪ Whoa, the ambience was
overrated at the party ♪

♪ I want to run home
before it's even started ♪

♪ I look at my feet, then
I look for the door ♪

♪ Can't find my friends,
so I just take a bit more ♪

♪ A bit more, a bit
more, a bit more ♪

♪ A bit more, a bit
more, a bit more ♪

♪ A bit more, a bit
more a bit more ♪

♪ And then ♪

♪ It all ♪

Fuck. ♪ Comes to an end ♪

♪ We all go again ♪

Whatcha doing?

- I don't know what's happening.

You jumped the fence.

Excuse me?

You can't leave this place.

Happens every time.

It's kind of weird at first,

but after the third or fourth
try, you get used to it.

Fifth try it starts to hurt.

- I think I'm going
to lose my mind.

Sounds fun.

♪ Good times all the time ♪

♪ Good times all the time ♪

Stop!

Stop!

I don't feel bad for Gatsby.

He's a phony, a fake.

No better than the powdered
shit they're telling us

is orange juice.

Who am I supposed to trust?

My guidance counselor
was supposed to help me.

Said I had it, what it'd
take to make it out of here,

you know?

He just sent me six feet under.

- You were murdered by
your guidance counselor?

Yeah.

Guided me straight to the light.

Maddie, welcome back.

Uh, we were having a
discussion about literature.

Got a bit derailed.

How can you laugh at it?

What, you want me to cry?

OK. You gotta... you gotta
try to think about it

as encouraging, right?

Like, at some point,
you'll be able to laugh

about what happened to you.

Or not.

Uh, but look.

Either way, holding
on to the past...

What happened or didn't...

Can only hold you back.

And that's what we're working
to learn here together.

Right, Rhonda?

Mm.

- Now, I don't know
why you got diverted

from the highway of life.

But I really do believe
that the easiest

way to miss your exit is
if you're always staring

in the rearview mirror.

He's right, Maddie.

- "Nothing behind me,
everything ahead of me,

as is ever so on the road."

Everything ahead of me.

What is it?

I think it's your memorial.

Vigil.

No body, no burial.

I can't believe she's here.

- Is that...

My mom.

Thank you all for coming.

As you know, we are
here to spread awareness

about the disappearance
of Madison Nears,

while we work to bring her home.

- What was it doing
in your backpack?

I don't know anything, OK?

- Then how did her phone
get into your backpack?

- And now, we have a few words
from Madison's mother, Sandra.

Please.

Hi.

I'm Maddie's mom.

Uh, it's funny.

Uh, Maddie would probably be
embarrassed that I'm here.

I, uh...

I just, um...

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Um, I just... I just don't
know if I can do this.

- No, it's all right.
It's fine. It's fine.

- I'm not sure
that I can do this.

- It's all right.
It's all right.

- I just...
- You're fine. Thank you.

Um, thank you, Ms. Nears.

Uh, we are all here for you.

Look at me.

What, are you high right now?

Look at me.

You know, I cannot
help you unless

you tell me what's going
on. You understand that?

I didn't hurt Maddie.

I don't know what
happened to her.

Then why the phone?

I was protecting her.

- Ladies and gentlemen, let's
reconvene outside in about

10 minutes.

- We're here for you, Maddie.
- And remember...

Really.
- One candle per person, please.

Don't be greedy.

Now, there are a few
safety rules I want

to go over before we head out.

You will see, uh, several
sheriff and police

vehicles in the parking lot.

They will be
accompanying us today.

Protecting her?

Protecting her from what?

You got to tell me.

- From finding out
about me and Claire.

I've been hooking up
with this cheerleader.

Maddie didn't know.

And I'm about to meet
her, and then Maddie

just shows up at my truck.

And I'm... I'm freaking out.

And so I text Claire, you know,
warning her to change course.

But instead, that
text goes to Maddie.

And since I knew she
hadn't seen it...

How would you know that?

Read receipts.

I stole Maddie's
phone in study hall

so I could delete that text.

I didn't know she
wasn't coming back, Dad.

- All right. All right.

It's all right. Come here.

You just cool off.

I'll take care of this.

- ♪ Somewhere in Germany,
but I can't place it ♪

♪ Man, I hate this
part of Texas ♪

♪ Close my eyes, fantasize ♪

♪ Three clicks, and I'm home ♪

♪ When I get back,
I'll lay around ♪

♪ Then I'll get up
and lay back down ♪

♪ Romanticize a quiet life ♪

Hey, I'll meet you out there.

Just give me a sec.

What? I just need
a minute, OK?

♪ But you had to go ♪

♪ I know, I know, I know ♪

Mr. Elroy.

Back for round two?

Yeah.

What can I do for you?

♪ And you had to go ♪

♪ I know, I know, I know ♪

I'm sorry.

I know you are, Simon.

And for the record, it
wasn't an empty gesture, OK?

I am just as worried
about her as you are.

Something happened.

I know it did.

Something bad.

I've known Maddie longer than
almost anyone else in my life.

She's a lot of things, but
she isn't a person who runs.

She has seen things.

She has faced things that
no one should ever have to.

She doesn't get scared.

She doesn't run.

And if she was ever going to,

I would be the first
person to know.

I know Maddie.

She... she's never gone
silent on me before.

That's how I know
something happened to her.

She wouldn't just disappear.

I don't know how
I'm going to survive

this place without her.

Oh, Simon.

Simon.

- ♪ Windows down,
scream along ♪

♪ To some America First
rap country song ♪

♪ A slaughterhouse,
an outlet mall ♪

♪ Slot machines ♪

You just cool out.

I'm going to take care of this.

♪ Windows down, heater on ♪

♪ Big bolt of lightning ♪

♪ Hanging low over the coast ♪

♪ Everyone's convinced
it's a government drone ♪

♪ Or an alien spaceship ♪

♪ Either way,
we're not alone ♪

♪ I'll find a new
place to be from ♪

♪ A haunted house
with a picket fence ♪

♪ To float around and
ghost my friends ♪

♪ No, I'm not afraid
to disappear ♪

♪ The billboard said
the end is near ♪

- Simon, you just take
all the time you need, OK?

I'm gonna head down there.

♪ The end is here ♪

♪ The end is here ♪

♪ The end is here ♪

♪ The end is here ♪

♪ The end is ♪

Thank you, Simon.

Maddie?

Simon?