Danny wakes up in a farmhouse, with a wary-looking black lady pointing a shotgun at him. But she gives him an inhaler, so he seems to have broken even. He explains why he still has handcuffs dangling from one wrist, and she asks if "Monroe's boys" followed him. Danny says he'll go, but when he just about keels over trying to get out of bed, she lowers the shotgun. This reminds me more than a little of the beginning of The Walking Dead. I wonder if we'll ever see Morgan again.
Charlie is explaining her sudden appearance to Miles, which doesn't take long: "My dad is dead, he said to come find you. Love meeeeee." She asks Miles why Monroe wants the Matheson men, although she doesn't do it quite so alliteratively. He says Monroe thinks Ben knew why the lights went out, and that he also knew how to turn them back on and told Miles the secret. It occurs to me that everyone's clothes look pretty good for fifteen years without manufacturing. Shouldn't they be wearing, like, homespun gingham or repurposed blankets or the kind of shmattes Laura Ingalls would've spent four books whining about? Miles explains further that if someone -- in this case, Monroe -- could turn the power back on, he'd have access to tanks, planes, and factories and could basically become the ruler of everything. And not in a nice, democratic way, either. Charlie's all, that sounds great, how do we get Danny back? Miles goes whoa, whoa, I have a spot here, kid. I'm not getting lured out of my spot by your baitfish brother.
Charlie pitches a hissy, of course, and starts overenunciating with her astonishingly-white-and-straight-for-fifteen-years-with-no-dentists-or-orthodontia teeth as she explains that her parents are dead and she doesn't know where her brother is and Miles has to help her because it's not faaaaaaaaaiiiiiirrrr. "Because we're family," she says for the first of forty million times. "Kid, I don't even know you," Miles replies, not unreasonably. Charlie storms out to where Maggie and the others are waiting. Nate and his cheekbones decide to play white knight and confront Miles, who grabs Nate's wrist and pulls up his sleeve to reveal his militia brand. Nate pulls a knife (again. So many knives). He head-butts Miles and backs out the door, arrow drawn. Aw, Nate Scarlett. I thought you were cool.