Later, Lana is signing books for the assembled masses. She's also being a total nightmare to her assistant, snapping at her to go across the street if necessary to fetch her a cold Tab. Next in line is a familiar face: Kit Walker. Lana is overjoyed to see him, and gets up to hug her old friend. She tells him she was so sorry to hear about Grace and that she meant to write, but... you know. That's right. It's not that Lana didn't VISIT. She didn't even WRITE. That's tough. Kit doesn't even bother to let her off the hook, finding the most amiable way to be like, "Yeah, that would have been nice." Lana hauls out the excuse that will outlive time itself. You've used it, so have I: "Things have been soooooo crazy!" Lana's managed to turn into that special brand of douchebag who can pivot off of regrets that she didn't acknowledge the murder of a mutual friend to bragging about selling the film rights to her book. Not a good look, Lana. Kit tries very, very hard to be happy for her as she yammers on about hoping to get Tuesday Weld to play her. He finally asks her to go get a cup of coffee with him.

Cut to the coffee shop, Lana droning on and on about being on Dick Cavett. Kit tries to casually ask if she's been back to Briarcliff, but she breezes past that with the news that she's going to make Leigh Emerson the subject of her next book, particularly his seven-nun killing spree after he escaped Briarcliff. "I thought of calling it Santa and the Seven Nuns." Lana, you sound like a fucking moron. What's happening to you?? She has the sense to look momentarily abashed, but when she asks Kit, re: the book title, "Too campy?" he snaps at her. "WHY are you writing about him???" He's just another maniac. Lana says that's her niche now. Actually, she says "That's my canvass," because why the hell not be the absolute worst you can possibly be? She blathers about how she has a unique perspective on the "stunted male psyche" because she "lived it." That's a leap if I ever heard one. Kit reminds her of her promise -- to him, to Jude -- that she would be an actual reporter and take down Briarcliff. All she can say to that is, "Things change. People change." She defends the life she made for herself, the one she crawled out of the depths of hell to claim for herself. Which is fair enough and Kit acknowledges that. She says she knows very well she could just as easily still be at Briarcliff, "drooling in the bread dough with those other lunatics." He cautions her not to go too far -- his wife is one of those lunatics.