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.
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.
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.
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.
A lone Joe dances desperately against fate and the unbearable weight of responsibility, as the rest of our gang drifts off again into their collective past and uncover deep secrets that could threaten to rock the foundations of the Manse. Joe fails to find personal security in friendship, Greg goes off course, and Ollie says goodbye.
After a long and perilous tour through the manse, our gang is completely star-struck as they finally face off against the Collator, painful memories, and the strain of it all. Joe cuts loose, Ollie gets down, and Greg finds out just how much of a handful Harriet can be.