I was dreaming. There- there was a table,

but all the chairs were empty. People were coming, I was supposed to be ready, but,

there was something rustling behind me in the dark.

And then I was on the table with the newspaper staff and the crows were eating us.

And J.P. didn't see anything?

Whoever they were, they knew to unplug him.

It's a threat.

Something wicked this way comes, and if we don't stop this investigation, it's coming for us.

Yeah, well, if we weren't scared off by vampire cults and demigods, then we're not

going to roll over for vague threats, Latin or no Latin.

I hate to say it but, The Summers, The Zetas, The Alchemy Club, they were all here.

They all had the opportunity.

Do you really think a bunch of students, even the power-mad whackjobs that run clubs at Silas, would do this?

It has to be something the newspaper was investigating.

We have to go back and pull everything, notes, hard drives, everything.

Follow the footsteps of the dead.

Oh. I see we're low on brave-but-stupid for the week.

Eucch. Another editorial on budget cuts.

Real estate. And some nonsense about the Board of Governors.

I've got an expose on the Pie Night pies... which we don't need to know or think of again ever.

Why does fighting evil always require so much paperwork?

Come on, the research is the best part.

We can scan them for J.P. and have him run a search algorithm.

[In a Victorian dandy, computer voice] Always pleased to analyze for a good cause.

And while Jeep is on that, we can swab the scene-

or maybe take some samples from those Anglerfish Preservation kids.

You just know something juicy is going on there-

Stop that!

This isn't some project. This isn't fun.

People are dead. Again.

Some THING broke into my room and cut me up.

And the three of you acting like this is some Silas-themed episode

of the X-Files with cool vampire girlfriends and disembodied sidekicks, well it's-

it's callous and it's cruel, and-

Whoa. Whoa- Perr. We didn't mean it like that. Honest.

Come on.

Why don't we go upstairs and clean your bloody clothes with club soda?

You know how much you love soaking things in club soda!

Or we can burn them in hell.

Or we can do that.

Hey.

Hey.

I've been thinking about what you said.

This isn't something we have to talk about.

I think maybe it is.

'Cause, do I think what you did was brave and amazing?

Of course I do.

But is it my reason for liking you?

Whatever you were before, you were changing before you even met me.

Not helping your Mother. Tying to save Ell.

Not killing us when we had you tied up for like a week.

Nine days.

And you're here. Researching. Making jokes in the face of the ominous, "something's coming" threats...

Well how could you not fall for me then?

I'm pretty sure I was falling for you right from that stupid Zeta party.

You mean, the one where you ambushed me? And accused me of kidnapping?

I was...you know, terrified that you planned to eat me. But-

I am a little disappointed that we never got our chance to stargaze and drink champagne.

Really?

Because if memory serves me correctly, there is a pretty impressive solarium

on the roof of this building.

And maybe something bubbly in that enormous wine cellar downstairs.

I'm sure the [pause]...visiting professors had impeccable taste.

[whispers] Race you! [giggles]

Uhh...

Good morning, everyone! And isn't it a fantastic day to start taking back our University?

We will start with this-

weird-ass letter. This thing better not be multiple choice.

[Reading] "For immediate release:

In light of recent events, Silas University's Board of Governors is returning

from abroad to deal with the chaos on campus.

This marks the first time since 1904 that the entire Board has assembled on campus."

1904. Why does that sound familiar?

That's the year half the campus burned down.

[Slow knocks on the door]

Uh– who exactly are you?

Didn't you get the press release?

I'm Matska Belmonde, Chair of the Silas Board of Governors.

And you're the meddling teenager who murdered my Mother.

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