Sullivan's Crossing

Maggie?

Maggie, Maggie!

Maggie!

Maggie, where are you?

Maggie? Maggie!

I'm here.

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

I got you. I got you.

Hey.

You're going to be okay. I got you.

That's not right.

You're just a little confused right now.

They never found the person who hit Lola.

No, Frank.

I'll never be able to forget

seeing her lying there.

But you're the one that called for help.

The cops knew me. Assumed I was the first one to find her.

Didn't notice I'd been drinking.

When I got back from rehab,

they'd already written it off as a hit-and-run.

Spent all those years trying to make it up to her, Frank.

But how could I?

All the pain and suffering that she went through...

because of me.

I could have been there for you, Sully.

Well, I didn't want to drag you into it, Frank.

Guilt is like a poison.

It eats you from the inside out.

What happened?

Looks like you had a little run-in with a tree branch.

Oh.

I'm going to call Rafe. He was helping me look for you.

Cal to Rafe.

- Yeah. Go for Rafe. - I found Maggie.

She was unconscious by my cabin.

But she's awake and coherent now.

I'm going to let her rest up at my place.

Cal, just keep her up and talking

in case she's got a concussion.

- Copy that. - Let me talk to him.

Rafe, it's Maggie.

I was with one of the campers, Pete.

He's a war vet with PTSD.

We were headed back to the Outpost

when his dog, Molly, took off.

He's probably still out there looking for her.

Okay. Got it.

Yeah. Don't worry. I'll find him.

Oh, Rafe, when you do find him, let him know we have Molly.

He'll be worried about her.

All right. Copy that. You two stay safe.

I should probably get us some dry clothes.

Hey, Cal?

Thanks for coming after me.

Hey. Are you okay?

Are we safe in here?

Yeah. We should be.

Hopefully, this'll be over soon.

I hate storms, too.

- You do? - Mm-hmm.

Just because I'm a grown-up doesn't mean I don't get scared.

I'm glad you're here with us.

There you go.

Whew!

Swapped out the propane tank.

Think we should be good for a while.

- Thank you, Rob. - Mm-hmm.

Ah.

Did you know that Auntie Syd's afraid of storms, too?

Oh, yeah. She has been ever since we were kids.

- Mm-hmm. - You tell him about the time

you hid in Mum's closet?

- Oh, yeah. - Here you go.

Think I was seven or eight at the time.

Your dad never left my side.

Mm-hmm. Sat outside that closet

for hours. Told her stories. Played my guitar.

Your dad was the best big brother a girl could have.

Always took good care of me.

How come you had to take care of him when Mom died?

Let me take those.

Thanks.

I think those will dry in no time.

Hey, girl.

Hi.

When I found Pete, he was having a full-blown PTSD episode.

Thought he was back in Afghanistan.

It was heartbreaking to watch.

He should be with his family.

I can't imagine what he went through over there.

I know first-hand from my brother

how hard it can be for a war vet

to open up. They think they're protecting their family

from finding out what they went through.

How it changed them.

I just wish he wasn't so alone.

Uh, you want to come over here?

It's, uh, warmer.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Ah.

Oh. Must have cut myself when I fell.

Uh, do you have a first-aid kit?

Oh, one sec.

Here we go.

All right.

May I?

Sure.

Does it hurt?

No. I'm just not used to having someone look after me.

Maybe it's time you change that.

Here we go.

Good as new.

Thank you.

How would you feel about some tea?

Power's out.

I'm resourceful, remember?

Rafe for Cal.

Yeah. Go for Cal.

Pete's safe. We're back at the Outpost now.

Copy that. I'll let Maggie know.

Where's Maggie?

- With Cal at his cabin. - Is she all right?

Sounds like she might have a slight concussion,

but she seemed okay when I spoke to her over the radio.

What was she thinking, going out there?

It was my fault.

She was helping me look for my dog.

Oh. Well, the important is you're both safe.

Connie to Rafe.

Yeah, Connie. Go for Rafe.

I heard from Otter Lake Rescue.

Their team saw Frank's truck about two hours from here.

Oh! Thank goodness.

They're gonna send somebody to look for him

and call me when they have an update.

You want me to head up there? Lend a hand?

No the roads are flooding. It's not safe.

But I'm going to need you

to come back here and help me set up blockades.

Copy that.

Okay!

Good news. Let's get you warmed up.

Okay.

I don't want you going back out there.

Well, I have to, Syd.

Well, just promise me you'll be careful.

Yeah. Of course.

What was that for?

Luck.

Well, thank you.

You sure you won't feel more comfortable in bed?

It wouldn't help.

Is the baby kicking?

It's probably just Braxton Hicks.

- Braxton Hicks? - Yeah.

False labour pains.

My doctor told me stress can bring them on.

You're amazing, and I love you,

but you've got to stop scaring me like that.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Maggie.

Remember what Rafe said. No sleeping.

I can't seem to stay awake.

One second.

I've got an idea.

Oh, no. I'm way too worried about Frank and Sully

to be playing games, Cal.

I get that. I do.

But there's nothing you can do about it now,

and we need to keep you awake.

Besides,

it might help keep your mind off things.

Maybe a distraction would be a good thing.

I just hope they're okay.

Looks like this is going to be a long night. Here.

- Thank you, Edna. - Mm-hmm.

And there's a cot in the back for Finn.

Want to help me bring it in?

Yep.

What's wrong with him?

Looks like he's afraid of the storm, too.

Hi.

Edna told me you served.

Yeah. Uh, three tours in Afghanistan.

- You serve, too? - No, no.

But I have friends who did.

I'm Rob, by the way. This is my son, Finn.

Uh, well, pleased to meet you, Finn.

I'm Pete.

Are you afraid of the storm?

Yeah. A little bit.

Do you want to play a game?

What were you thinking?

Rock-paper-scissors?

My daughter used to love to play that game with me,

back when I still lived with her.

And where is she now?

She's with her mother.