Light as a Feather

Previously on, Light As A Feather.

You want to know about Violet?

They're all dead.

You're already dead, too.

What the hell? You're spying on them?

Mack, I'm the one that gave the pills to Jennie.

I've been calling you a murderer.

I should have believed you.

- We have to go there tonight. - Go where?

To Violet's. I told them about the journal I found when I slept over,

and they think we could find something useful in it.

What the hell is that?

Look, that's not what you think it is.

Candace is in trouble. They're making her do water therapy.

Aah!

- - You okay?

I could hear you from my room.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Oh!

This can't be real.

Candace can't be...

I can't even imagine what you're going through right now.

It happened really fast,

and she was already trapped under the cover by the time I got there.

And Alex and I did everything we could, but...

we were too late.

I'm so sorry.

_ _

Wild guess... you didn't get much sleep.

Try none. You?

No.

I just... kept thinking about Candace.

Yeah, me, too.

We have to get through this.

Alex and McKenna are in trouble,

and I'm not gonna let anything happen to her.

To them.

I'm sorry about me and McKenna.

You sorry it happened or sorry I found out?

Look, maybe I'll kick your ass when this is all over and done,

but for now...

You know, you're not quite the douche-bro

I thought you were, Richmond.

Really?

'Cause you're exactly the asshole I thought you were.

Hey, I think this book's been around for a while,

'cause all the handwriting keeps changing.

Look at this page.

Dad, it's kind of early.

I heard about Candace.

Are you doing okay?

What do you think?

Sorry, honey, you're right.

That was a stupid thing to...

I was just hoping we could talk.

Well, can it be a little later?

Well, we could, but now would probably be better.

Right. Why, 'cause you have patients all day?

No, because I'm standing outside your house.

Wow, to come all the way from Florida.

You really must be worried.

Actually, I was at a conference in Phoenix

when your mom called, and she told me what happened.

Wow, Phoenix.

Hope you didn't blow too many frequent flier miles on that one.

Fine, you're mad,

and I can't fault you for that.

But I'm here for a reason, honey.

I've some parental stuff I need to do for your sake.

What kind of stuff?

Well, after your friend's memorial,

what would you think of coming out to stay with me for a while?

With you?

Well... with us.

Oh, you mean your new family,

2,000 miles away

in the middle of my senior year?

Yeah, Dad, that's not happening.

You can't expect me to leave my friends or Mom.

Yeah, well, your mother's part of the problem.

She's here.

She stayed.

She works constantly so I don't have to.

And most importantly, she didn't marry one of her patients

a year after my sister died.

You don't get to make command decisions, Dad.

You lost that right when you left.

I love you, McKenna.

But we're not done talking about this.

Yeah, we are.

So how was that,

defending me to your dad for the same things

that you've been mad at me about?

Yeah. Maybe it helped me see your side for once.

No matter what happens,

I'm never gonna advocate for you to sever ties with your dad.

That said,

thank you.

We're gonna get through this, I promise.

I'll walk you out.

Okay.

I'm gonna check on you in a few hours.

I left some money on the kitchen counter

if you and Alex want to order something for lunch.

- Okay. - But just do me a favor, okay?

Stay in all day.

Don't go anywhere. I need to know you're safe.

Yeah. I love you.

I love you, too.

Morning, Grandma.

Morning, dear.

I just saw the terrible news in the paper.

Did you know that poor girl?

Not as well as I would have liked.

Mm. You want to talk about it?

No, not now, but maybe later?

- Okay. -

I think I'm just gonna get in the shower.

All right, dear.

- - Nana?!

Nana?

Nana?

Nana?

Dr. Shelby to OR. Dr. Shelby to OR.

It's okay, Nana.

It's gonna be okay. I'm fixing it.

I promise.

Hi.

It is a good thing you called.

Your grandmother's stable.

We'll have the test results back soon.

Thank you, Mrs. Brady.

Of course.

Hey, how's McKenna holding up?

Last night was awful.

I can't even begin to imagine how she must feel.

It's sweet of you to ask.

She's at home. Alex is with her.

You should stop by.

I'm sure they'd love to see you.

Excuse me.

Sure.

There is no way McKenna will ever play that game again.

- Not after... - I don't care about that.

Get me my journal back.

Don't play dumb. I know one of you has it.

Bring it back to me, and I'll release you from the game.

Candace is dead.

You can't pretend nothing is happening now. I can't help you!

I'm hanging up.

No, you're not!

Now, I know you're at McKenna's.

Go into her bedroom and open up her laptop.

What? Why?

Do you want to get out of this game or not?

Open it.

And why the hell would I believe a word you say?

Because you don't have a choice.

Open the laptop,

and I'll let you live.

I've been going through that thing all night

trying to figure it out.

It's like a Light as a Feather logbook.

It's full of death predictions.

There's at least a dozen different types of handwriting in there.

People have been passing it down.

Yeah, and there's other things like notes and drawings

and little poems scrawled in the margins about being cursed.

Check out this torn page, right here.

That's Violet's handwriting.

I recognize it from our shop class notes.

So... wait, this is where she takes over.

She tore out her own prediction.

So, what? Is it some cult?

Is there some demon making her do it?

What, like Slenderman?

Or like the Manson family.

Maybe there's someone

who we can talk to about this.

Yeah, and they can tell us how to win the game.

No, we can't. There's no one.

Do you remember the scrapbook that Lena gave us?

They're dead.

Everyone who's played the game is dead.

What if someone survived?

Yeah. We should connect the obituaries in the scrapbook

to the death predictions in the journal.

Make sure everyone died

to see if somebody else knows what's going on.

Fine, but we can't do this here, guys.

My mom will freak if she walks in my room

and sees it decorated with dead kids.

Let's go to my parents' cabin.

Oh, my God, she's gonna ground me for life,

but, yeah.

It's a good idea, Alex.

So...