After the break, Kit is meeting with his court-appointed attorney, who I think is that neighbor guy from That '70s Show. Kit, bless his dumb little heart, is all, "Have you talked to Grace like I asked you? She saw Alma alive. That proves I'm innocent." To give Kit the benefit of the doubt, I don't think he knows that Grace saw Alma on a spaceship, but still, as his lawyer points out, Grace is a mental patient and thus not likely to convince any jury. Beyond that, he hears that she's quite ill and may not last much longer. This alarms Kit, as you'd imagine. The lawyer's words are starting to seem awfully damning, all about how Thredson took away his one chance to avoid the electric chair. His back against the wall, Kit does the only thing he can do, really. He brains the lawyer with the three-hole punch on his desk and escapes out the window. Okay!

Back to Lana. Thredson's gone -- for now -- and she's curled up on the bed, traumatized. The Angel is here with her and Lana acknowledges her presence. She says she called for her. She's so scared and thinks death might be a blessing at this point. She says she used to be scared of it, but now she thinks she's ready. This is all good news for the Angel, who seems like a solid lady, but who is also kind of peddling death like a pamphleteer on the sidewalk. "Do you have five minutes to share in Death's sweet embrace?" Anyway, the Angel begins her routine: wings out, lips puckered. But Lana stops her and sits up in the bed. Not now. Not yet. Thredson then comes downstairs, all worked up about something. He apologizes for what happened earlier and assures her it wasn't her fault (thanks?). He says he made a mistake bringing her here in the first place. He's a very tenacious person and doesn't like to give up, but he feels that they are at an impasse and it's time to stop pretending. Sounds like he's talking about his whole Mommy & Me experiment. Fair enough. Of course, the solution isn't much to Lana's liking. "I can either cut your throat or I can strangle you." He just wants it to be as painless as possible, see! And he doesn't believe in guns. Oh, just kill her with your garden hoe then, you hippie. She starts crying, but Thredson -- who is agitated in the manner of someone who has to stay late at work because of a troublesome project -- is all, "What am I saying? We'll put you out." He emerges with a crazy-huge syringe. She starts to panic as he advances on her, climbs atop her with the syringe in hand. He promises to reunite her with Wendy and turns her face to Wendy's framed photo on the nightstand. She reaches out for it, once again seeming like she might be giving up. But before he can plunge the needle into her neck, she grabs the photo and smashes Thredson with it. He's bleeding below his left eye. She struggles with him and they tumble off the bed, where she's able to get the needle away from him. She's still chained to the floor and so she begins choking him, Jabba the Hut style. When he passes out, she digs through his pockets and unlocks herself. She's halfway up the stairs when he lunges at her legs, but she's actually able to kick free and escape. Escape!