Goose retires, at the end of this fool's errand, to his little van with the baby skeptics. That is when shit gets real dire.
Goose: "I guess by doing everything I could to make sure my wife died worked."
Girl Skeptic: "Don't believe that. Don't believe what you just said."
Goose: "I mean, he said he would kill Jacinda if we did exactly what we did. And then we did. So doesn't it seem like probably he went ahead and did that?"
Boy Skeptic: "That's just logic! Screw logic! Let's be skeptical about logic!"
Goose: "I don't think that's a thing. This is the part where skeptic means we don't do that."
Girl Skeptic, fuckin' verbatim: "Now it's all about believing. You've just gotta believe."
Goose, even more horrifyingly: "After all this, she wants me to have faith."
This, if you were wondering, would be the moment that I turned on this show. Like a rabid animal, I said, "We have reached my personal line, and you have crossed it. You motherfuckers have crossed that line. Here and now."
Skeptics: "You've got two ways you can go. You can believe she's dead and quit, or you can believe she's alive and find her."
Goose: "No matter how much faith I have in this Schrödinger's Cat Wife you're imagining, I still don't see how either of those are actual options."
Boy Skeptic: "Think about it!"
Goose: "This should be good."
Boy Skeptic: "Remember that magic clock?"
And with that, Goose is back on board. Tears still drying on his cheeks, he goes from thinking his wife is dead to presuming she's alive, because sometimes you gotta believe and in those times, I guess, sometimes, it takes clocks.
Goose: "Sweet. Book me travel to New Bartholomew! Which is not a place!"
Girl Skeptic: "Three seats on the next plane to somewhere!"
Goose: "No, just one. You guys have to stay here and run our risible magazine."
Skeptics: "Aw, but we're so skeptical!"
Goose: "From recent history it seems I'm going to be doing everything I can to get everybody involved in this whole situation brutally murdered. Wouldn't you rather die in our opulent magazine offices?"
Skeptics: "Yes, but spoiler alert no."
Girl Skeptic: "Hold still for about ten minutes while I exhaustively describe your entire travel itinerary in shocking detail."