Tara wrapped her arms around his, her fingers digging into his arms. "There was a guy who got hit by a van, and he just got up and I watched his shoulder pop itself back into the socket, Jax. They're saying that there's a giant caterpillar that's stealing people's faces-" She turned in his arms enough to see his face, her brows furrowed together. "And we can't leave. Is that right? There's no getting out of here?' She was scared - deeply, truly scared, and it was for their sons more than anything else. "God, Jax, you don't- his face was gone. It wasn't natural."

Her hand moved up his chest, the other on the back of his neck. "I don't know what to do," she finally whispered, her eyes searching his for some sort of answer.