Watching Will with the damned sloth, Kate misses Ralphie. Yeah, he's full grown. Hasn't been little enough for head scratching since his first week. But she misses him. She misses walking by his enclosure and seeing him and the other Abnormals every day and that feeling. The one where she knows she's doing the right thing and it's not just about her anymore.

She sets her teeth against the urge to fling herself at Will because he's here or punch him in the face for not being her Will.

"You're the shrink. You tell me," she snaps and stares guiltily at the whiskey. You shouldn't have to ask, Will. You should just know.