THE NEW CASE
Holder can't believe it, when Linden shows up on the job as if nothing is gone. They can smoke if they want, they can try quitting if they want. They can do whatever they want. The thing that sent her to the hospital, the thing that sent her into Rick's arms, is over now. She can stop leaving Adrian's paintings where she can see them, reduce it now that Ray is dead to a hope that one day Adrian will remember. The face of the Piper will replace Joe Mills in his memory, replace his father's face, and they will be free.
He wonders if she didn't plan on leaving for Chicago, as Jack requested, but Ray Seward taught her about this too: That she can love him from here.
The body was in the backseat of the burned-up car when it was set on fire, yesterday afternoon. It could be a boy, but it isn't: It's a girl.
"You look nice. I see you changed your ... thingy ... And shaved. Kind of."
It isn't a suit and it isn't a junkie costume either. It isn't a costume at all. They have learned, she thinks, the trick of getting back. She can run because she loves it.
Recognizes Lyric, sitting in the fast-food restaurant where she works. You have to show employment to hang onto the apartment, so she does. In Bullet's honor.
"You were at the church this morning. I'm Kallie's mom."
Lyric trembles, gets ready to flee. She can't do this at work.
"I never had a job when I was your age. I was too busy messing around with boys, and partying. Plus I had Kallie..."
Lyric nods. This wasn't her story. She hasn't seen Kallie in a while. Danette perks up: She knew her?
"I mean, kind of. Her and Bullet were always hanging around..."
Danette apologizes, for what happened to Bullet; she breaks down, and then apologizes for that too. Desperate, as Lyric's turning away.
"I never had a lot of girlfriends. I didn't want the competition, I guess. But Kallie knew better. It's good to have girls around. Remember that."
Bullet taught them that, first and foremost: That though the world tells you men are necessary, the truth is that they are a choice.
"-- You have really pretty hair," Danette barks. "It would look good short, too. You ever cut it short?"
She remembers Danette's job, the way Kallie loved it at Beacon, and she smiles, finally warm to the touch.
"I could do your hair sometime? I mean, like if you wanted me to. Could blow it out, or cut it, or curl it... It'd be on me."