"Daddy, I wanna go home," Hannah whispers, clinging to Ted's shirt. She has her stuffed dog, Charlie, with her, and its hard plastic nose is digging into Ted's sternum.

"Shh, it's okay, Pumpkin," he murmurs. "We'll be okay..."

He hears familiar voices from outside the trash can they're hiding inside. He recognizes Paul Matthews' voice, trying to calm some woman Ted does not recognize. Bill starts talking, and there's a loud crash as he presumably gets out of his own can, making Hannah flinch. A moment passes with the three talking, then another crash as Charlotte joins them from her can. Finally, Ted decides to make himself known, too, but tries to be quieter about it than the other two.

"It's all downtown," Paul is saying. "We were just at Beanie's."

"You didn't invite me," Ted tries to joke as he pops up, but with the way Hannah's clinging to him and the stressful situation, it doesn't come out quite right.

"He has a kid?!" The woman— a barista Ted barely recognizes— hisses. Hannah buries her face in Ted's shoulder, never one for strangers.

"Want Lexie," she whimpers. "Want Lexie... and Ethan... wanna go home..."

"You saw why we can't, Pumpkin," Ted whispers in her ear, rubbing her back. He tries not to shudder at the memory of seeing Lex and her boyfriend in the crowd of dancers down near the mall. That had been horrifying, and the only reason Ted hadn't freaked out as much as he wanted to was because of the little girl in his arms. He may have been too late to save Lex, but he'll be damned if he fails Hannah, too.

He looks back to Paul, hiding his fear behind a mask of defensive anger. "Look, if you wanna stay in our hiding spot, you gotta be quiet. There is something going on, and we don't know what it is or who we can trust. So, Paul, get in a trashcan." He jerks his head to one of the ones in the row, then turns his eyes back on the barista. "And you? Beat it."

"Uh, fu— screw you," the woman says. She censors her words when she sees Hannah again, but flips him off since the five year old can't see that with her face hidden in her father's shirt.

"No, Emma stays with us," Paul insists.

"She's not getting anywhere near Hannah," Ted spits angrily, shifting his daughter in his arms to keep her from sliding down. "I don't know her."

"Yeah, you do— she's the barista from Beanie's? You know..." Paul sighs and holds his hands up as he does a poor imitation of Ted's Borat impression, mumbling the words. "The, uh— the latte hottay..." Both men wince.

The barista, Emma makes a face behind him in confusion. "Is that supposed to be Borat?"

Ted shifts his jaw in annoyance, despite the rather dire situation. "That is not the latte hottay, that's the crabby one who won't sing when I tip her," he hisses. "You grabbed the wrong one, you noodle!"

Police sirens echo down the alleyway, blue and red lights washing over the group. Hannah flinches again at the loud noises, covering her ears as Ted's arms tighten around her.

"Oh, thank God!" Charlotte cries. "I called Sam, he can get us out of this!" She calls out, running down the alley for her husband. In any other situation, Ted might be more hurt than scared that she'd called him for help. Now he's just scared for a different reason.

If by some miracle Sam isn't already one of those things, maybe he'll just ignore Ted for the sake of the situation. There's so much going on, maybe Sam will focus on all that instead.

He recognizes Sam as the cop struts down the alley, two other officers flanking behind him. Charlotte tries to explain, but Sam puts his hand out to stop her... and starts singing. He and the other two officers move in sync, getting between Charlotte and the rest of them.

Paul sneaks around and tries to warn her that it isn't Sam anymore, but they grab him, kicking in the back of his knees. He goes down with a thud on the concrete, and Charlotte rushes over to help him back to his feet. They hastily rejoin the group— safety in numbers, right? Or not.

"Show me your hands," Sam sings, "Show me those jazz hands! Get 'em up, or you'll end up in cuffs!"

Hannah whimpers in Ted's arms, and he holds her tighter, moving away. The cops manage to grab Paul, Emma, and Bill and line them up, forcing them to do some of the apparent choreography they've got— making them move their arms like they're steering a car and adjusting their rearview mirrors. One of the other cops starts singing.

"You go forty in a thirty-five," he sings, almost a growl to his voice, "Check your mirror, you'll find hell has arrived."

The other two join in. "'Cause we're cops, yeah we're cops. We're up in your shit!"

Eventually, the cops shove all three to their knees and move away. The third cop starts singing, then they go to the chorus again. The third cop starts barking orders, switching back and forth on whether their hands should be up or down, while the second does some funky dance moves. Sam pulls out a small megaphone and barks contradicting orders, too, about getting out of or back in a vehicle.

Hannah's full-on crying by this point, and Ted does his best to soothe her, but he's terrified, too. God, what had Charlotte been thinking? He has no idea how in the hell he's supposed to protect Hannah now. If he has to, he'll try to sneak away— let the others be a distraction to the cops. Whatever it takes to protect his younger daughter.

Just as Ted starts to edge toward the alley entrance, Sam starts speed-talking— almost rapping, but not quite— about something, and all three cops freeze, pointing at Charlotte. She tries to plead with him, still convinced it's Sam under all the singing and dancing, but Sam draws a gun and starts chasing them all around. The other two herd everyone away from Charlotte.

Ted sees a spare trash can lid laying around, and passes Hannah to Bill. "I have an idea," he hisses. Hannah whimpers and clings harder to her dog, not wanting to leave her father's arms, but Bill has experience keeping her calm. Ted runs forward to grab the lid, and smacks Sam upside the head with it as hard as he can. The result isn't pretty— something that looks like blue blood and bits of his brain fly everywhere. That's not a good sign— that's not normal!— but maybe this is what they need to snap Charlotte out of her hysteria.

Sam crumples to the ground, unconscious but still alive. Charlotte picks up his fallen gun and starts threatening the other two cops, who run away with some weird turkey gobble sound.

Hannah squirms out of Bill's arms and runs back to her father, clinging to his leg. He runs his hand along the top of her head, but doesn't move to pick her up yet. He's still reeling from what he's just done, and he's half afraid he'll drop her from how shaky he is.

"Sorry, Pumpkin," Ted says. "I had to help Ms. Charlotte."

"His brains fell out!" Charlotte cries, dropping the gun and rushing to Sam's side. She picks up a chunk of what seems to be human brain matter, though there's something off about it.

"Well put it back in, then," Ted says irritably.

"I don't know how, I'm not a doctor!"

He takes a closer look, shielding Hannah from the gore, then shudders. "That can't be his brain— it's blue!"

"Well how would you know?" she snaps, "You're not a doctor either! We need to take him to the hospital! He needs to see a doctor!"

So much for snapping Charlotte out of it. She seems even more attached to her no-good husband than before.

"No, listen," Emma says gently, "listen, Charlotte? Right?"

Charlotte calms down a little and nods. "I'm— Charlotte."

"We have to get out of downtown. Downtown is fucked," Emma says. "And the hospital is downtown. We can't go there..."

"But Sam needs a doctor," Charlotte whimpers. "He needs to see a doctor!"

Emma sighs and pulls away, clearly trying to think. "Oh! Okay, okay, I know where we can go! I have this— this kooky, reclusive biology professor— Professor Hidgens! Yes! I'm his favorite student 'cause I brought him groceries once." She has a slightly confused look on her face as she says that last bit.

"Anyway, um, he has a doctorate— that's kinda like a doctor, right? He could help your husband! Probably," she mumbles the last word, clearly not wanting to stir the pot further. "But he's got a lab in his house, and a security setup— his whole house is like a panic room! What do you call those guys who live in a fortress?"

"A king?" Hannah asks quietly, looking up at Emma with shy eyes. Emma smiles gently at her but shakes her head.

"No, he's a— uh, he's like a— oh! He's a doomsday survivalist! He thinks the world is ending," Emma explains. "He's been preparing for, like, the last twenty years for the apocalypse."

"Is that what this is?" Charlotte mumbles, almost in a daze. "The apocalypse? Maybe we should go to a church..."

"No, no, no, Charlotte," Ted snaps. "We are all from different denominations. We can not split up. We—" he waves his hand to indicate himself and Hannah— "are Presbyterians, and we are not gonna die in your dirty-ass Methodist church, okay?"

He finally picks Hannah up, and she wraps her small arms around his neck. Charlie's now pressed uncomfortably into Ted's throat, but he ignores it.

"I say we go to the panic room and beg for the king's help." He uses the word 'king' to try and cheer Hannah up just a little. It works somewhat, if only for a moment. Then she sniffles and buries her face in his shoulder again. Ted takes it as a small victory— better than crying hysterically and attracting more of those things.

Paul agrees, and bends down to talk to Charlotte on her level. "I think the best thing for all of us, including Sam, would be to get to the professor."

Charlotte nods, still crying. She keeps Sam's "brain" cupped in her hands, cradling it close, and allows Paul to help her to her feet.

"Let's go right now," Emma adds. "We can take the squad car!"

"Wait, you guys seriously want to help her save him?" Ted snaps. "He just tried to kill us! His blood is blue!"

"He's still in there, Ted, I know it," Charlotte argues. "My Sam is still buried in there somewhere. He just needs some help!"

Ted glares at her, and she glares back. Hannah hiccups in his arms, and shivers. Giving up, he storms over to the squad car and lets the others deal with Sam. Internally, he swears that if anything happens to Hannah because of Sam… he'll go ballistic.

They all pile in— Emma driving, Paul in the front passenger seat, Sam shoved in the trunk, and the others in the backseat. Hannah curls up in Ted's lap, clutching Charlie tight, and he holds her close. The drive is pretty quiet, the only real noise being Hannah's quiet sniffles.

Finally, they arrive at the large house out on the edge of town. The whole place is surrounded by a tall concrete wall with barbed wire across the top. Ted can hear the faint crackle of electricity coming from it. For the most part, it looks rather abandoned. The only indicators that anyone lives here are that electrified fence, and the single light emanating from within the house itself.

Hannah mumbles something into Ted's shirt, and he adjusts his hold on her. He doesn't exactly have the best feeling about this, but what other choice do they have?

None, that's what.