Her hope, however, is stronger than her fear. You don't want to borrow trouble, you understand, from the future: It can take a lifetime to develop this skill, of just saying to a given anxiety that either A) It's going to happen and there's nothing you can do about it but prepare, or B) It's not going to happen, and you should stop worrying about it over and over as your self comes undone. When your body feels anxiety it's because your mind has time-traveled to the worst possible future, and your body is reacting to a thing that is not actually there.

And Carrie knows this, so she's applying Occam's Razor: Danny said he would text confirmation of the debrief at six. Nobody at the CIA has contacted her, therefore there is no reason to presume that anything has changed. All true. But the next bit is where Wired Carrie comes in, and that realism turns into optimism which starts looking like something else, a third thing. A little too bright.

BRODY

Interminably is how it goes. The safehouse is at the end of what seems like infinite road; like it's approaching a hyperbolic limit. And the more stressed the Tailor gets, the more stressed Nick gets, and like with anything else his responses are not the standard responses, so then he just stresses out the Tailor more, and so on.

Tailor: "What happens when we get there?"
Brody: "I drop you off. You sit there. I forget you exist."
Tailor: "And then what?"
Brody: "Bitch, I don't know. I'm just the Wheel Man."
Tailor: "Great. Because before you were the Wheel Man, you were the Blow Up The Vice President Man. And I can't help but notice..."
Brody: "Stop giving me the side-eye, man. If it wasn't [sic] for me, you'd probably be on your way to Guantanamo by now."
Tailor: "Yeah, you're a real human being and a real hero."
Brody: "I see what you did there. Hey, why don't you tell me your name? That's a classic way to make sure I don't just kill you."
Tailor: "No. Well, okay I will. It's Bassel."
Brody: "Nice to meet you, Bassel. My name is Nick Brody, and I am the craziest."

Boom! Flat tire.

JESSICA & HER NEW BFF

Waltz around the room for tonight's dinner, supervising all the finishing touches.