Well, Bon Temps is all effed up. Jason and Sookie drive home with Bill in the trunk -- with more sexytime dreams about Eric, which can keep going on as long as you want to throw them at us, show -- and almost run over some Maryann zombies like, first thing. Sookie comes home to a big old mess of a Wicker Man in her driveway made out of organic premium fruits and meats, thanks to Maryann, and a gorgeously gothic Silent Hill house of hell.
Bill tries to bite Maryann for being tacky -- and foams up all on the mouth just like last time -- and they head over to Lafayette's, where he and Lettie Mae have Tara tied up. Somewhere between an intervention and an exorcism only gets worse when Bill and Sookie stupidly throw their powers at her.
Hoyt and Jessica have Zombie Maxine at Bill's house, where the only thing that chills out her rage is playing Bill's Wii. It's kind of sad, but mostly because I wish she was dead. Way sadder is Zombie Terry's zombie clarity, as he assumes sergeantship of the zombie population: he's used to finding order in madness. Zombie Jane and Zombie Arlene trick Sam and Andy into the Merlotte's deep freeze, which is like the busiest spot in town at this point.
Jason becomes totally awesome, like this crazy atheist survivalist bomb-shelter freak, and saves Sam and Andy from the deep freeze. Then they dress him up like the six-pack Dread Pirate Roberts so all the zombies think he's Dionysus, and he "smites" Sam into vanishing. Jason Stackhouse is so great! Even shirtless and wearing a gas mask and branches on his head, he's still so awesome.
Maxine's nasty zombie shit finally sends Jessica over the brink and she bites her ass, and Sookie does some kind of magical shit to Maryann that I don't even know. Then they figure out what everybody on the show has already figured out, which is that Maryann is like God or something, so Bill goes to see Queen Sophie-Anne, aka the Eric that Erics dream about. We only see her pert little vampire ankle this week, but it's as crazy as most people's entire vampire.
Sookie walks down the hall of the Hotel Carmilla, with the song of Godric and Eric -- so much like her own cello song with Bill -- echoing, wearing her gingham dress. Eric's in his room, sitting on the floor, bent over and hot as hell, crying blood tears. When she says his name, he looks up, but not at her. "Godric is gone," he says. She knows. She was there. And through her, so was he. "I'm so sorry," she says, reaching out to touch his chin, and he finally meets her eyes. She kisses first one cheek and then the other, but as she leans away he reaches out and grabs her hand, hungry and lonely, in need of comfort. He weeps as he's kissing her. When he pops fangs she reaches out and touches them, gasping. She offers her neck, and he bites...
Which wakes her up, eyes wide, in the Anubis shuttle next to her brother, riding back to Bon Temps in the sunlight. Jason recognizes the look on her face, he's had that look before. He asks what she was dreaming about, but he means who. She stares around and offers, lamely, "Bill?" Before touching his casket in the trunk very lightly. Jason settles down into his seat, remembering his first ride back from All-State: The way the town looked different somehow. Sookie agrees, but notes that she's never left before. "Seems like something's different to me, though."
The world has gotten bigger. Gran is gone, Jason is back. She saw a vampire taken into God's hands, she sat in their nests and ate their food, she saw a beautiful church become a place for torture and violation. Tara will be waiting in the house for her, and her life can start over once again.
But you don't go home. You go to a new place every time. While she was away, the world became wild. The old safe places became not so safe; the old hiding places were touched with madness. The uncanny began to invade; the uncanny was invited in. She reached out and touched his fangs, and offered him her throat.
The Welcome To Bon Temps sign at the city limits has been defaced: Now it reads Bone Temps, a penis scrawled across the arm of the W. Welcome in, it says on the left, and FUCK OFF, it says on the right: You don't go home, and welcome home.
Everything is empty, or nearly empty. The town is dead, or nearly so. A man slams himself, his head, against the girder of an awning, just to feel it. The street is littered with flowers, across which a squat strange woman chases a protesting man; a couple throws themselves in the path of the shuttle, faster than the driver can swerve, and the windshield crumples under them. Jason and Sookie exit, staring, and they laugh. Their eyes are black; Jason asks them why and they only laugh harder, running toward the church. "We gotta find Sam! It's almost time, man!"