Sookie: "This dancing makes me feel like I look like a total idiot."
Claudine: "Look around, sweetheart."
Sookie: "Okay, but whew. I am tired."
Claudine: "The more, the brighter you become, the stronger you will get."
Sookie, actual: "You promise?"
Everything is beautiful. Claudine forgets herself. Begs Sookie to come with them; to let it begin now. To let the great day dawn. To enter -- Or is it to leave? Is this a mirage, at death's door? -- the Game.
Sookie: "Um, where do you live? American Apparel?"
Claudine: "Even better. Imagine IKEA but, like, magic."
Sookie: "Does that mean jumpin' in that big ol' magic pond?"
Claudine: "Word. We swim, through the endless source of life into a place where life burns so bright there is no place for darkness."
Sookie balks, for several good reasons -- that place sounds like a real bad idea, for starters; everything is not beautiful and some things hurt for a very good reason, and fucking grow up already -- but also and mostly because she doesn't swim. Can't swim: Her parents drowned. Half her words are shared in the silence, as are Claudine's, as she explains that it wasn't the water that killed them, but will say no more. And the dark approaches. "The dark approaches!" she shouts, and the few magical fairies that haven't hit the pond scatter, terrified and intrigued.
Who approaches? Bill. He stands in the hospital doorway, willing to take her family -- his family, too -- willing to take everything they can throw. He begs to help, and they scream and yell, but he appeals to Jason's love first of all. Jason, who hated him the most in the beginning, but loved his sister more. He may not be too stupid for depression, but he's always been too stupid for hate.
The world goes dark as the beautiful people run; the light goes out of them. The dark approaches. Claudine assures a sister she wouldn't want to see a vampire, if one were to come. This place is real; realer than most. If the worlds of King and Queen are Real +2, we're in a world that is Real +10. It's a strange curve, where things get less real the more real they get. Sookie swears Bill's not like that, not like "vampires" are vampires, and Claudine understands that: "I don't have time to explain." She begs Sookie to come, now that she's not safe anymore: "He will steal your Light," she says, heavy with import and light on exposition. Sookie balks, and Claudine begs her for one promise: "Do not let him take it from you."