Linden: "Coworker. Are you home."
Holder: "Yeah, what's up?"
Linden: "I am standing outside your front door. You will grant us ingress and we will live with you now."
Holder, worried: "No questions asked. A, because I can tell you're shitting it, and B, because you would just be rude about it anyway. And C, because Jack is my favorite for at least two reasons, at least one of which is legitimate."
Sally: "Mayor Evil! Ben Abani! Mean Chief Nicole! It's so great to have you at my party. Let's drink some champagne and then go downstairs and torture teen girls to death or something."
Terry, silently: "Well, I'm home. I don't wanna talk about it."
Stan, silently: "Yeah? I didn't ask. More interested in staring into space forever."
Mitch: "I was already really sad. I better read this letter and remember how I eventually went back to my high school sweetheart, who was in the Mob and killed a guy. I wonder how old David Rainer is doing these days. Also, what I am going to do with no money."
Holder and Jack wrestle, with Sarah staring and watching their human male behavior, while downstairs on the street, a very menacing person in thick black gloves smokes a cigarette and watches them through the window. I bet he's like, "Oh girl, the pictures I'm gonna stick on Stephen Holder's fridge. Just you wait."
Linden sends Holder into the casino, posing as an addict. I hope he's convincing! Meanwhile, Stan and Darren talk about old dead Rosie and how they were both complex father figures for her, and how she was maybe a prostitute. Possibly Sarah fights Indian ghosts from the Indian cemetery, but more likely she just chews gum and is rude to them.
JACOB CLIFTON is a freelance writer and critic based in Austin, Texas. He currently recaps Gossip Girl, The Good Wife, Pretty Little Liars and True Blood for TWoP. Jacob can be found online at jacobclifton.com, on Twitter, and on Facebook. IRL work appears in BenBella's SmartPop series of anthologies, most recently A Friday Night Lights Companion and Fringe Science.