(Lorne, smoking a cigarette and wearing a white, terry bathrobe, makes his way through a bead curtain to answer the banging on the door.)

LORNE: Oh, figures. Right when Judge Judy is about to lay the smack down. I'm coming! I'm not deaf, you know. Can't you read the sign on the door? Se habla 'closed.' Oh, Fred, it's you. The bar is closed. (Turns away) Good seeing you. It's been fun. Bye-bye.

(Fred takes a deep breath and launches into Row, row, row your boat as she hurries after Lorne.)

LORNE: Ouch! Turn the sirens down a notch, would you? All that fear and panic's blowing out my fuses.

FRED: I'm sorry. It's just - something awful has happened.

LORNE: Oh really? (Sweeps a hand out to encompass his club - still as trashed as Gunn's former gang left it) I wonder what that's like.

FRED: Oh, no. Was there another massacre?

LORNE: Oh, no. No. Just the one. But it turns out massacres are a lot like sitting through Godfather three: once is enough.

FRED: I'm not... I mean, I don't wanna sound... Why is it still like this?

LORNE: Ah, Fred, honey, I don't think you're here to discuss interior decorating. Am I wrong? Now, what can I do for you?

FRED: I - I need cash. I don't wanna talk about it, because I think my head might go a little twang and I'll sing if I have to. (Starts singing) Row, row, row...

LORNE: Easy! Easy! Forget the singing, sweetheart. Your aura is practically screaming! - Yeah, you’re in a bad place, aren't you doll? - You thought you could outrun them - and maybe you were free. - But those old monsters hunted you down. - I know why you're running away, Fred. You know what your problem is?

FRED: I'm not strong enough to stay and face my fear.

LORNE: No. You haven't run far enough.

• Fred's Pylea-induced craziness

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