Miles and the wagon approach a large house, and he tells the guards that he wants to see Drexel. Aaron notices the poppies growing all around, although the largest fields have been burned, and Miles confirms that Drexel supplies heroin to half the republic. They pull the wagon into the gate just as Drexel comes out and calls Miles a son of a bitch. Everyone points guns at them as Miles hollers that Nora's sick and needs medical attention. Drexel tells Miles to get down on his knees and points a gun at his head, then counts to three. Commercial!
The gun clicks and wasn't loaded, thankfully, or we'd have no reason to keep watching. Drexel laughs about his hilarious I-almost-shot-you-in-the-head joke and calls off his men. He invites everyone inside, but not before his men confiscate their weapons.
Inside, Drexel offers the three conscious people wine and hot baths, but Aaron is visibly uncomfortable and says they'd like to stay together. Drexel gets offended and Miles tries to smooth things over. Aaron apologizes. He does that a lot. Miles says he'll go with Nora, and Aaron tells Drexel how glad he is to be there. From upstairs, a couple of languid hookers observe the action. Drexel excuses himself to go dip his wick. He seems delightful.
Alone in a room, Aaron pulls out his trusty flask and flashes back to two months after the blackout. He's helping his sick wife walk until they have to stop. He asks her how he can help her, then notices a burly blond guy watching them. The blond guy introduces himself as Sean, and says he won't hurt them. He asks what's wrong with Aaron's wife. Aaron says she can't keep food down. Sean asks if they drank from the lake, and when they say they did, he says it's probably dysentery, because without power, sewage runs into the lake. And this is your reminder not to drink from the Gowanus Canal, Brooklynites! Sean hands them his canteen, which is presumably full of water that's not contaminated with shit.
At Drexel's, Nora is laid out on the doctor's table. Miles asks what these moldy gourds are, and the doctor says it's homegrown penicillin. That's lucky. Even luckier, Miles's blood type is O negative, which is the universal donor, so he can give Nora a transfusion. Miles lies down on the table next to Nora as the doctor says Nora's in septic shock.
Charlie's room. Girls in tiny dresses fill up a bathtub for her, which she sinks into, and then sinks into a reverie about the day her mom left, and the days Ben and Maggie died. We get it, Charlie, everybody leaves you. Because you're terrible. She gets out of the bath, dripping water all over this nice room Drexel has given her because she is a savage, and pulls her Return of the Jedi lunchbox out of her pack. (I knew she didn't pack anything useful.) She opens it and impulsively tears up her postcards.