It was late October in Port Rennie, a fishing town on the Maine coast that doesn't bother with tourists after Labor Day. Luna's neighbor, an old lobsterman named Caleb Tarr, started hauling traps that came up wrong — not empty, but filled with something that wasn't supposed to be there. A hand. Not a real one, but the shape of one, pressed into the silt at the bottom of each trap, like a fossil made of mud and brine. He kept hauling. The hands got clearer. The fourth one had a ring. Luna helps him clean the last trap on his dock under a single bulb, and they both see what's cradled in the mud — not a hand anymore, but a face, familiar, and it's not done forming. The episode ends with the tide coming in and the water rising over the dock, and neither of them moves.