A crowd has gathered outside, around a girl standing atop the gymnasium, with one particular douchebag yelling, "Jump! Jump!" He only stops after John gives him a serious, "Dude! Come on!" "That's my new friend," says Cameron. "The crying one from the bathroom." John stares at her. "When?" he asks. "Two hours, three minutes ago. Four minutes ago," says Cameron, adding that she's upset because her parents are going to kill her. "Did you do anything to her?" asks John. Cameron thinks about it. "I tried to give her a tight present," she says. John runs for the stairs, and Cameron follows him, grabbing him and holding him fast. "We gotta help her, now!" Cameron won't let him go, even after he orders her to. "Don't be a freak," she says.
At any rate, John never would have made it, because She Bangs swan dives right off the building, landing with a sickening thud as the students scatter. John stares at her in horror, blood already pooling around her body. "We have to go. Now," says Cameron, and half drags John away as people start to gather around her body. Looks like she just missed hitting a couple of cars in the parking lot. So, silver lining, right?
"I could have done something. I was right there," says John, back at the Connor Compound. Sarah tries to tell him that people who want to take their lives, if they're serious about it, will find a way. "You didn't see her. If you had seen her, you wouldn't be talking like this," says John, whatever that's supposed to mean. Sarah moves from the futility of trying to stop her to the consequences had he stopped her. "And what were you going to do, be a hero? Get your name in the papers? Your face?" John asks if that isn't exactly what he's supposed to be: a hero. Well, yes, but of a ragtag bunch of post-apocalyptic human resistance army, you idiot. "If it's just going to sit inside me, sit in my gut, then what's the point? What are we doing? Why not just give it to them if we're going to act like them?" he yells, and stomps off.
"I don't know how to help him," says Sarah to Cameron. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like any girls discarded any tight cold cream in the bathroom, because Cameron's face is still stuck on whore. "Andy Goode must be killed," she says. Her non-sequiturishness seems to be growing at an alarming rate.
Agent Ellison visits another crime scene, this one at Silk Tie's house. There's an overturned biohazard cooler, and all kinds of lab equipment. There are also bloody smears obscuring a complicated chemical formula written on one wall. What could it all mean, Agent Ellison? And why isn't Agent Brassy here to break your balls about whatever? I miss her already. Oh, here she is, in the bathroom, which looks like the back room at a butcher shop. And not just any butcher shop, but, like, Satriale's. Blood everywhere. Silk Tie, lying on the floor. "Took his eyes, James," says Agent Brassy. "They took his freakin' eyes." When Agent Brassy is too disturbed to crack wise, you know things are gruesome.