Gemma's brooding in her office -- as one does when one is confronted with the truth that one's spouse offed a petulant old drunk for no good reason -- as Jax comes in to talk to her. He breaks the news that Tara's going to Oregon (which Gemma knew) and adds, "She's taking the boys with her." "Why?" Gemma demands. Jax says with exaggerated courtesy: "She's their mother. She's going to take Elyda to help her." "For how long?" Gemma asks. "Not sure," Jax says cheerfully. "What are you doing, Jackson?" Gemma asks, and that's how you know Jax is in trouble -- his mom's using his full name. Jax says glibly, "I'm getting my boys clear of headless bodies." Gemma instantly protests, "You can't do that," and it is to Jax's great credit that he treats that statement as reasonable instead of asking. "Are you listening to yourself? What in the hamfat do you mean I can't take my kids away from decapitated bodies? Were you planning on turning the corpse into a fun preschool lesson in body parts for Abel?" Before Gemma can continue to press the point that there is no better place for vulnerable children to be than in the middle of a cartel's war zone, Chibs comes in and asks if anyone's seen Juice hanging around. Jax mutters under his breath.