With their party totally wiped, their gear stolen, and Anna still injured and now missing, our gang tries to sneak their way back into Harriet’s wing in desperate attempt to get back on a sure footing, something they learn is a rare commodity in the Manse. Joe catches a chill, Ollie loses hers, and Greg has a disquieting private moment in the powder room.

[Note: Episode ending fixed] Taking a trip down memory lane, Our Gang finds their way back right where they started only to discover exactly what it is that they’ve lost this time. Ollie keeps her thoughts to her self for a change, Greg falls asleep on the job, and Joe fondly recalls his first time.

Our gang could sure use a nap, but between being trapped in the Manse, pushed passed the reasonable bounds of sanity, and no closer to helping Anna or completing their task, things take a turn a titch for the worse with a dinner party. Greg bends the knee, Joe legs it, and Ollie’s gonna carry that weight.

Back at camp, our gang arrives just in time to say goodbye again before driving off into the heightened mystery and decrepit mess of Anna’s hometown. Ollie tries to fix the unfixable, Greg finds his footing, and Joe bites the bullet and becomes a hero.

Trying not to think too hard on their latest harrowing discovery, our gang attempts to neatly finish their errand and manage to sneak in a little time for retail therapy, heartbreak, hallucinogens, and a few familiar faces while they’re at it. Joe finds some local color, Greg falls in love with a tool, and Ollie stumbles backwards into her fortune.

Fully deputized and elevating downward into the winding chaos of the inner mezzanines, our gang run their first errand for Tove and The Atlas, only to run right into previously dodged trouble and much more than they quite literally bargained for. It’s a Blast! Greg strikes a pose, Ollie sticks to her guns, and Joe continues his crimes against shellfish.

Against their better Judgement, our gang cuts across the mezzanines to meet with the mysterious voice from Anna’s radio and find more answers and ambushes than they even knew to look for. Greg gives a PSA, Joe spreads the wealth, and Ollie keeps getting caught staring.

Change comes to the Parish, along with our gang, as they slowly straggle their way back to the Big Liars camp and finally get some much-needed, if not well-deserved, rest. Greg can’t see what all the fuss is about, Ollie has complicated car-feels, and Joe eats the long shrimp.

Having Resolved to chase down their weakened quarry and pursued by Knights of the Parish, our gang makes literally the worst decisions possible and quickly learn the biggest danger to themselves… is themselves. Joe puts pedal to metal, Ollie takes the wheel in more ways than one, and Greg loses sight of the goal right at the finish line.

Trapped, hurt, and more than a little over it, our gang finally squares off against the Central Control Unit, but can they win without everything crashing down around them? Joe goes to town, Greg falls down a hole, and Ollie gets her hands dirty.