Eli runs into Betsy and recruits (scares) her into helping.
A message on Norah's phone: Hey, so I heard about this woman in the Bronx. She had a seizure in a Starbucks and was taken to a hospital or a morgue afterwards. Eyewitness says it was very strange and - well, here's her number -
Are we following up on every brain related death we can find? I feel a little like Sherlock Holmes or something.
It's an absolutely crushing realization that you can't function without someone sticking their finger in your brain to hold the crazy at bay.
I guess I'm lucky, really, to have a friend that can do that - and one that's willing to do it even after I've hit him in the face.
This is just a quick testament to the fact that I want to go in for treatment. I need to. No matter what I say tomorrow, I need to conquer this thing - whatever it is. I can't risk hurting other people.
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