Henry keeps calling her mother her tether—her anchor, her safe place. It’s not just sentiment; it’s survival. When everything else threatens to spin out, Cleo is the hand on the rope.

Cleo starts the episode on a high, only to crash in a heartbeat when a kid aims a toy gun at her. The memory of Bill shooting her detonates in her chest—panic, breathless, shattering.

There’s a lighter beat, too: Gradie the pizza guy casually name-drops Zoom—back in 2016. According to him, half the restaurant found it through word of mouth, a strange little chorus line in a town that lives on rumor and static.

Henry thought she’d outgrown her compulsion to flee to the safe room. She proved it once—white-knuckling it in Clay’s truck without teleporting. But this episode makes it clear: the urge is still there, coiled and waiting.

Secrets press in on all sides. Henry begs Jenna not to spill the truth about her teleporting. She doesn’t know what that admission would do to any of them, only that once it’s out, it’s out.

Guilt cuts through: Henry admits she helped mark Amos Miller for death by pointing him out. Lucas tries to pull the weight off her—“It’s not your fault”—but the line doesn’t erase the bruise.

Meanwhile, the police fire Deputy Anna and call her unstable—then promptly use her blood evidence to get a warrant for Henry’s house. Hypocrisy with a badge and a clipboard.

Sometimes you don’t get to choose your company. If you share a roof with people who do bad things—or they share yours—you’re drafted into their orbit whether you like it or not.

Sam becomes a tragic echo: a good man in the wrong place at the wrong time, killed for trying to save others, then labeled a criminal by a world that can’t tell the difference.

And Henry? She wonders if she’s something more—an angel, maybe. Like the three who visited Abraham before Sodom, the guardian that trailed the Israelites through the wilderness, or the sword-bearing messenger who met Joshua at the cusp of the promised land. A presence that can protect—or lay waste—depending on what the moment demands.