Hale does this neat thing where she's embarrassed of that thought, but also relieved because she wasn't actually allowed to think it until Ella said she could, so now she's able not only to think it but also feel it, and then it's like her tears are also because she's letting part of this go, too: "I love him..." she chokes out, almost like a question. After all this time refusing to doubt, how do you ask something like this inside yourself without it being an automatic admission of failure? If your love is built on resisting being apart, if the fear of being apart is the wall you built your house against, what happens when you remove that wall? When nobody's telling you no, that leaves a silence into which you can say whatever you want? How do you hold both of those things at once? Ask Ella, she did it for years.
Ella: "I love him. I know you do. But not every relationship is meant to last forever. And sometimes the best thing you can do is take a step back, and give yourself a chance to breathe."
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2.5 hours later, Emily is still chilling in her car, waiting for Toby who may or may not be dead to come and tell her it's okay: He betrayed Spencer, but not her. He didn't pull down the wall she built herself against. She sees something moving, but it's not Toby: It's Red Coat, running into a nearby warehouse. Inside, that same guy from Toby's truck is doing some woodworking in the middle of the night.
Emily: "Is this your workshop?"
Dude: "Yeah, why are you in here?"
Dude: "Out of town, like I said."
Emily: "Okay but I got this text to meet him here and I've been sitting outside for two hours."
Dude: "Well, whatever."
Emily: "What about a blonde chick?"
Dude: "Nobody. Just us woodworkers. Sorry, Emily."
Emily: "Sorry? You said my name? My name I never told you?"
Dude: "Look, I'm very busy. See yourself out."
Her car window has been smashed. Inside there's a shiny bubble-wrap envelope with her name on it: Inside, a funeral announcement for Toby Cavanaugh and a note: "Toby is no more -- A."
Hanna: "I hit the blackbox, I put it in the blender, nothing. It's like it's made to be indestructible."
Aria: "The thing is, somebody put the entire car in your garage. I doubt this video is the only copy."