The week picks up with a replay of The Cryptkeeper and Marge car wreck.

At the Chancellor estate, Nikki and Jill report Kay’s disappearance to Detective Wallace.

Kevin returns to Crimson Lights with Kay’s money.

Phyllis paces Nick’s hotel room.  She leaves him a note to meet her at the Pierre de Louvre.

Meanwhile, Nick and Sharon walk the city, giggling over stupid jokes.  Sharon tells Nick she’s never been to Paris.  He is incredulous.  As am I — the guy was married to her for like 9 years and he never knew that?  He offers to play tour guide.

Ashley runs to Victor and embraces him.  He pulls away and asks what she is doing there. Ashley begs Victor to stop pushing her away.  He nearly collapses in her arms.

Nikki calls Amber asking if she has seen Kay.  Amber says she called Kay and a man answered and said she was gone.  (It was bartender Rick Dees.)  Amber tells Daniel that Nikki is looking for Kay too.

Phyllis goes Parisian shoot for the RESTLESS STYLE cover. Bad photo shoot montage complete with lame french club music ensues.

Nick and Sharon eat and taste wine in a studio set. Nick says Ashley is in Paris looking for Victor.

Ashley tells Victor she knows he is innocent — she knows him and she knows he could never kill a man.  He says Nikki thinks he is guilty and that she is to blame for all of this.  Ashley tells him that Nikki believes if he did kill Walter Palin, he was justified.

Nikki finds Kevin’s number in Kay’s phone and calls him.  He says Kay was going to meet him at her house after work… Why?   Kevin looks at the bag of loot.  He says it was computer stuff.

Ashley gets Victor to eat something. He says she must go and tell no one she has seen him. Victor tells Ashley how he tried to keep Lurch and lil Peanut alive but it didn’t work.  Nor did it help to seek revenge on the man responsible for their deaths.  Now he feels as alone as he did the day his mother left him on the steps of the orphanage.  “If you give up, what will I do…knowing I’ll never take a walk with you…talk with you,” Ashley cries. “I feel so alone,” Victor rasps. “But you’re not,” Ashley tearfully replies. They embrace. I throw up in my mouth a little.

Noah and Screcchy tour the French cemetary which is actually an in studio set.  She tells him how her dad is totally into Jim Morrison and would love that she is there.  Noah says he would like to meet Screechy’s dad sometime. She says he can’t…he’s in jail.

Jill and Nikki go out to look for Katherine.  Amber and Daniel go looking for Katherine.  Kevin looks at the money.

In Katherine’s car, a bloody hand grabs the dashboard.

Sharon and Nick ride a boat down a green screened canal.   (You go all the way to Paris and you go back to the studio to fucking green screen your actors into the very city you shot in?  What the fuck?!?!?) ”It’s like we’re in a movie,” Sharon gushes.  (Yes, Sharon — a really cheesy movie with zero budget and bad special effects.) Nick thanks her for letting him see Paris through her eyes. Nick asks Sharon what she wanted to be when she was Noah’s age.  The Mensa member tells him she wanted to be a dancer but then she got knocked up and her mother told her she better focus on something that would pay the bills (like marrying wealthy men apparently).  Wow — Nick never knew that she wanted to be a dancer (I guess they never talked about anything in 9 goddamn years of marriage).  I am most surprised to learn that Sharon remembers she has a mother since she never visits the old woman or has her over to the Abbott mansion.  I wonder if she remembers causing the accident that put her mother in a wheelchair?  Probably not — if she did, she’d have to give up her halo as the saint of Genoa City.

Esther moans about The Cryptkeeper being able to hide her drinking from her.  Chloe tells her people can be crafty.  The Thunder From Down Under hugs Esther and tells her they are family while Chloe stands on the sidelines looking bored as all fuck.

Jill and Nikki hit the bars in search of The Cryptkeeper.  Nikki says she is starting to get a bad feeling.

In Paris, Phyllis calls Nick but he doesn’t answer.  Cut to Nick checking his phone.  No missed calls, voice messages, nothing, he tells Sharon — his phone is very hit or miss.  Sharon laments having only one more day in Paris.  Nick suggest they take a whirlwind tour of the city before they leave.

Screechy and Noah continue their tour the cemetery. “My dad went to jail, too,” Noah shares, “but before I was born.  If my dad can get out, yours can too…” (Um, your dad was a fucking millionaire’s son who was framed by crazy rapist Matt Clark not some penniless hippie so shut the fuck up already, Noah.)

Victor and Ashley go to her suite and fuck.

Phyllis wanders the city eating pastry.  Again I ask if this is really the best use of an expensive location shoot.

Daniel and Amber go to the Chancellor estate.  Slutty refuses to believe The Cryptkeeper fell off the wagon. Esther busts in all overacting and babbling about a fax that just came in.

Nick and Sharon wander around the city in a bad montage complete with bad porn music.

In the post fuck glow, Ashley says life is so surreal — 2 days ago she was in London and now she’s here. Big Vic is glad she perservered – he feels alive again thanks to her and her miracle twat.  Ashley believes all the shit they’ve been through have been steps leading them to this point in their lives (laying in a French bed avoiding the wet spot) and there’s no place she’d rather be.

Nikki and Jill are fighting about Jill trying to take over Chancellor Industries when Esther calls.  They put her on speaker and the ditzy maid reads the fax from the rehab center asking The Cryptkeeper if she still wants the private room she requested.

Screechy waxes poetic about Jim Morrison.  Ack. “The End” is her favorite. Noah loves it, too.  They look longingly into each other’s eyes.  Seriously Y&R — is there anyone on your writing staff under the age of, oh I don’t know…75?  Jim Morrison?  ”The End”?  This shit doesn’t even play like really good bad camp.

Jill and Nikki spot a car that went over a guard rail on the bridge.  They call the police and Cane and go down to look…

Noah takes a pic of Screechy hamming it up on Morrison’s grave.  Does he think it’s weird she wants to hang out in a graveyard?  Noah doesn’t think so (I don’t think Noah thinks at all, or he wouldn’t be with this bitch but whatever) — he visits Cassie sometimes (off-camera of course).  ”We’ve both lost a lot,” he tells Screechy.  She goes in for a kiss. Ack.

Sharon watches a merri-go-round and thinks of Cassie.  Nick hugs her.  Oh hell, just fuck already you two.

Nikki and Jill climb down the embankment and shine a flashlight into The Cryptkeeper’s. Kay’s lifeless face stares up at them.

A group of thugs without French accents appear out of nowhere and accost Noah and Screechy.  They take the necklace her dead mother gave her and a fight ensues.  The police arrive and the thugs and Screechy haul ass, leaving a bloodied Noah laying on the ground.  He spots the necklace on the ground and pockets it before the police drag him off.  For being beat up, I guess.

Sharon thanks Nick for showing her Paris.  She gets a chill and he puts an arm around her.  They look into each other’s eyes…and kiss. As they swept up  in their passion, Phyllis comes strolling along and sees her hunkalicious hubby slipping the tongue to his poorly groomed ex.  She turns and walks away.

The Thunder From Down Under gets a call from Jill.  ”She’s gone,” he tells the crowd in the living room.

Nikki sobs over The Cryptkeeper’s body, while a tearful Jill watches from afar.

“We can’t…it feels so right, being with you…like nothing’s changed since we were teens,” Nick pants. “I feel the same,” Sharon whines, “but I won’t be the other woman…”  She turns and leaves.

Meanwhile, back at Nick’s suite, Phyllis packs all her shit and shreds the note she left for Nick before she hauls ass back to the states.

The next morning, Nick thinks about kissing Sharon.

Jack calls Sharon and hears Nick in the background.  She explains that they are both at Noah’s hotel to pick him up and she can’t talk.  A hot French tour guide informs them that Noah left the group early with Screechy. Nick and Sharon go through the roof.

Nikki goes to Vicboria’s and tells her that The Cryptkeeper is dead.  Vicboria offers faint support for her devastated mother. Why should she?  It’s not about Vicboria. Nikki sobs that she was so wrapped up in her own disasters she failed to see that Katherine was drinking.  David, Lurch, lil Peanut Newman, now The Cryptkeeper — all their blood is on her hands.  Again, may I offer you a drink, Nikki?

Esther and Jill cry over their loss.  Chloe wants to know if anyone has told Billy yet.  Jill calls him with the bad news.

Michael fields calls from the media regarding the diary.  He tells them that there will be a lawsuit and hangs up.  Privately he tells Lauren he has no clue whether Victor wrote it since they are not communicating.

Victor and Ashley wake up in the afterglow.  They go out for chocolate croissants.

Jack throws shit and the ghost of John Abbot appears.  He tells his daddy that he knows Sharon would never have told him Nick was there if he hadn’t called.  ”You need to think about who’s to blame here, ghost John Abbott tells his son. “Don’t let this need to get revenge on Victor cause you to lose Sharon.  Call her…let her know you care about this marriage.”

Nick and Sharon fret about Noah.  Nick gets a call (on his cell phone that doesn’t work) telling them that Noah is in jail.  Jesus, such lazy continuity here. 

Cane tries to act.  He tells Chloe that he finally found someone who cared about him and now she’s gone. Chloe gives the big dumb lunk a hug.  Enter Billy and Lily.  Billy shows Cane what acting is all about and collapses in tears in Jill’s arms.

The French authorities tell Nick and Sharon that Noah was arrested for criminal damage to property.  They are ripping him a new one when Screechy bursts in and hugs him.  You’re the girl who was dancing with  my son at that party, Nick says…

Victor asks Ashley to stay with him.

Lily who has no reason to be at the Chancellor estate, hangs out in the foyer and offers Cane support.

Sharon asks Schreechy for her parents’ number so she can call them.  ”Good luck getting a hold of them — my mother’s dead and my dad’s in jail,” the little bitch spews. “My brother is my guardian — Michael Baldwin.  He’s a big shot lawyer and he can get me out of anything.” Nick calls Michael and brings him up to speed.  Michael asks Nick to put Screechy on the phone.  Michael rips into her for not thinking and she makes a face to communicate to the audience that she would be crying if she could act.  MIchael tells her to listen to Nick and Sharon and do what they tell her.

Phyllis returns home and kicks the babysitter out (you KNOW that little bitch is going to slip to Nick about Phyllis surprising him in Paris).  Big Red thinks about Nick and Sharon kissing.

Billy calls Jack and tells him The Cryptkeeper is dead.  John Abbott tells Jack he is at an age where this will happen more and more — that’s why he should cherish the people he has and hold onto them as long as he can. Please go back to purgatory or wherever you hang out, ghost of John Abbott.

Nikki was so wrapped up in her own disasters she failed to see that Katherine was drinking.  David, Sabrina, lil Peanut Newman, now Kay — all that blood is on her hands.

Esther remembers shit about Katherine and bores the whole room.

Jack calls Sharon and tells her The Cryptkeeper died.  Noah is moved to “tears” and hugs his mommy.

Jack calls Phyllis and tells her The Cryptkeeper died.

Nick calls Vicboria to tell her The Cryptkeeper died. Too late — mom already spilled the beans and is sucking the life out of her.

Phyllis calls Michael and Lauren to tell them the Cryptkeeper is dead.  Why?  I have not a clue.

Jack goes over to the Chancellor estate to offer Esther his condolences.  As he’s leaving, he runs into Phyllis who is dropping off food from the GCAC. Jack pulls his ex-wife aside and asks if she knew about Nick and Sharon being together in Paris.  Phyllis says she did and abruptly walks off.

Victor and Ashley are green screened into a Parisian park.  When she tells him she is going bak to Genoa City for The Cryptkeeper’s funeral, he begs her to stay.  Ashley tells The Moustache he needs to go back home and get his shit straight with the authorities.  He tells her he is never going back.

Chicken adobo Karen comforts Neil over Katherine’s death (apparently they had grown all close and shit after that 20 minute interlude where she paid for Ana’s tuition to that private school).  Neil trots out that “we need to remember that our loved ones won’t always be here so we need to make the most of our time with them” spiel (has he been talking to the ghost of John Abbott, too?) and once again asks the chicken adobo one to marry him.

Jill is at the funeral home discussing bible passages when Nikki shows.  Jill informs the ex-stripper that her help is not needed. JIll is further irritated when Nikki makes flower arrangements and suggests hymns.  May I suggest a few drinks and a throwdown in the vestibule, ladies?

Adam goes to the D.A.’s office to meet with the FBI agents.  He asks Heather what they will be asking him. They’ll want to know about Jack’s involvement, she tells her fiancee, so be as forthcoming as possible because if you aren’t it will come back to haunt you. You are sooooooo fucked, Adam.

Amber lays around bawling and getting on my fucking nerves. Finally, Daniel tells her to get up, get her ass in gear, and make The Cryptkeeper proud.  In like 3 seconds, Amber remembers she has all the contact info for the publisher who was interested in Katherine’s memoirs.  She will get the book published to honor Katherine’s memory!  While Daniel does a sketch of The Cryptkeeper, Amber plays hardball with the publisher and demands immediate publication.

Victor asks Ashley if she believes in his innocence.  She says she won’t dignify that with an answer.  You haven’t changes a bit, Big Vic tells his old/new love.  ”I’ve actually changed a lot, but the one thing that hasn’t changed is my love for you,” Ashley replies. “I’m going home to Genoa City so au revoir…until we meet again.”  Ack.  Who writes this shit?

Jill and Nikki go in view The Cryptkeeper’s body.  I am moderately creeped out that they had actress Jeanne Cooper actually get in the casket since she’s like 7,000 years old and this could be a reality for her any minute, but whatever…suffering for her craft and all that, I guess.) “It doesn’t look like her,” Nikki says.

Phyllis returns home to find Jack waiting on the fuck sofa.  Her ex-husband reminds her that after the letter Sharon wrote to Nick, they had promised to keep one another informed on these matters.  He tells her about coming home from New York and seeing Nick and Sharon in a clinch in his living room.  ”I think you’ve picked up on what’s going on, too,” Jack says. ”If you’re that insecure about your marriage, talk to Sharon  Or a marriage counsellor.  Or a shrink.  But don’t bring your garbage in to my house!” Phyllis shrieks as she shows Jack the door.  Jack can tell she is on the verge of a total meltdown.  ”When you’re ready to take your head out of the sand, call me,” he says smugly.  ”Hopefully it won’t be too late…”

Chicken adobo Karen is afraid to marry Neil and leaving him a widower. Put that tired shit to rest already, Karen.  Enter Tyra and Ana with Detective Gil Wallace who has taken them out for ice cream.  Ana, who has to be at least 12, displays further evidence that she may be retarded when she tells everyone that Mr. Gil has “a cool light he sticks on top of his car.” He’s a cop, Ana — get the fuck over the magic of the flashing lights, already.

This just in from the “This Guy Cannot Catch A Break” Department:  The pocket Newman tells the FBI about finding the diary in the trash and Jack introducing him to Robert Drake.  The agents want to know if Jack knew about the diary’s contents.  ”Ony in general terms,” Adam replies.  (Uh-oh, little A — you just totally took jack off the hook and put all the blame squarely on your own shoulders with that statement.)  They ask him to sign a statement as to the veracity of what he’s told them.  Adam does and the agents leave. As Adam is leaving he runs into Frank Ellis, forger extraordinaire, being led down the hall in handcuffs.  Oh shit, Adam — I smells me some blackmail coming on.

Jill talks to the body, apologizing for her impatience with the memory lapses; she never once thought the old broad was back on the sauce.  Later, Nikki takes her turn at the casket, thanking Katherine for being like a mother to her, leading by example. (Yeah, great job showing the stripper how to essay the role of lush, Katherine!)  ”It kills me I wasn’t there for you at the end,” Nikki wails. “I’ll never forgive myself! Victor was right.  He said I caused so much pain for so many people.  I’m never going to se you again…or see Victor. Everything inside me is dead…”  May I suggest you have a drink to take the edge off, Ms. Reed Foster Bancroft Newman Abbott Landers Newman Newman Chow?

Heather shows Paul her engagement ring.  Genoa City’s busiest private detective tells his dumb-ass daughter he’s happy for her.  Which makes no sense since he caught Adam in a lie not even a month ago. Whatever.  I guess if that bitch were my daughter I’d be glad if anybody looked twice at her, too.

Adam calls Jack to tell him about Frank.  Jack has his contact (whatever) check it out and learns Frank was arrested for kiting checks, not forging the diary.  Adam breathes a sigh relief and tells his co-conspirator they now need to worry about Sharon and Heather talking.

Nick, Sharon and Noah return to Genoa City.  Nick drops them off at the Abbott mansion and Noah sulks up to his room.  Sharon gets her another armful of some Nick and thanks him for the tour of Paris.  Whore.

Phyllis thinks about he kiss and what Jack said and goes apeshit.  She destroys the living room, throwing shit and knocking over tables and chairs.  Oh yeah!  Old Phyllis is about to make a comeback and Dirky can’t wait until Sharon tastes the wrath of Big Red.

Tyra expresses concern about dating Gil — what if he finds out Ana isn’t her daughter? (I wouldn’t sweat it, Tyra — I’m guessing he’s already figured out you and the brat can’t act for shit and that doesn’t bother him.) Neil agrees (mostly because he wants to fuck Tyra) but chicken adobo Karen says she should go for it (mostly because she knows Neil wants to fuck Tyra).

Jack and Sharon have an awkward reunion.  He hugs her and she acts like he has the plague.  This does not go unnoticed.

Nick returns home to find Phyllis waiting at the door in lingerie.  Let the fucking begin.  (Miraculously, it looks as though Big Red totally got the house straightened up in the space of a commercial.)

Amber goes over to the Chancellor estate to tell Jill she made the book deal.  Cue Jill going into fucking orbit.  She demands the slut stop the book deal and turn over all copies of the manuscript by the end of the day.  ”The book belongs to me now!” Jill bellows before tossing her out.

Ashley finishes packing and gets ready to head for the airport.  She opens her hotel room door to see Victor. “Please tell me you’re coming back with me,” she says.

Friday’s episode starts with Marge talking to the camera about her impending funeral.  Obviously Maria Arena Bell thinks we are too fucking stupid to remember that The Cryptkeeper and her doppelganger were both in the car and that only one was found.  The one wearing the clothes Kay gave her.  Whatever.

Phyllis kisses Nick in their miraculously no longer destroyed living room. “That’ll teach you to go Paris with your ex-wife,” she coos as the liplock ends.  Nick goes on about how he wishes she could’ve been there but she had to stay and supervise the cover shoot for RESTLESS STYLE.  ”I was just kidding,” Phyllis says, obviously SO not just kidding, “you don’t have to get defensive and oversell it.  If there’s one thing I don’t have to doubt, it’s our commitment to one another, right?”  Nick looks guilty as all fuck.

Over at the Abbott mansion, Jack tells Sharon they need to talk.  Not now, the snippy bitch tells him — she and Nick have to deal with Noah, plus there’s Katherine’s funeral.  ”I understand putting Noah first, but am I always going to have to stand in line behind Nick?” Jack asks.  Oh snap!

This just in from the “Don’t Put The Cart Before The Horse” department:  ”When the will is read I will be inheriting most of mother’s holdings and Chancellor will belong to me…therefore I’m stepping into Katherine’s role as Chairman of the Board,” Jill tells Cane and Billy.  ”Guess I’m getting a promotion,” Billy cracks.  Cane glares at his infinitely more talented tv brother.

Vicboria and J.T. meet Nikki at the GCAC.  They are shocked to see Ashley come in.  Nikki wants to know why she’s in town (The Cryptkeeper was one of her father’s dearest friends Ms. Abbott explains, failing to mention that Katherine was also her godmother).  Does Victor know about The Cryptkeeper?  Will he be at her funeral?  ”It’s none of your concern anymore and deep down you know that,” Ashley tells Nikki in a dismissing tone. Nikki blurts out that it is her business — she still loves Victor.  ”I think it would be best for you if you moved on,” Ashley says and walks off.  And the rivalry is back onnnnnnnnn!

Sharon tells Jack not to accuse her of things instead of taking the blame for the trouble between them.  ”I don’t like what you’re suggesting,” the dizzy bitch snarls.  Mostly because it is hitting waaaay to close to the truth.  Once again, a de-nutted Jack hugs his wife and apologizes for being such a horrible husband. Jesus H. Christ Jack — don’t let the whore play you like this.

Brock Reynolds, The Cryptkeeper’s guitar strumming Bible thumping son, arrives at the mansion.  Billy asks where his first cousin and ex-wife Mackenzie is.  Brock tells them she is in Darfur doing relief work.  Gag. Who gives a fuck about Darfur when we could have us some first cousins macking?

Phyllis is pissed when Sharon calls Nick about Noah before they leave for the funeral. Daniel and Amber show up to go with them to the funeral.  Daniel asks Phyllis to take it easy on a grieving Amber.

Tracy Abbott arrives at the Abbott mansion with mama Dina Mergeron in tow.  Whilst the ladies are freshening up before the funeral, Jack gets a visit from Agent Dillon who wants to hear Abbott’s side of how Victor’s diary got published.  Jack tells him he has a funeral to attend and agrees to meet him first thing the next morning.  ”Who was that?” Sharon asks as Jack shuts the door.  Wrong address, Jack lies.

Nina Webster shows up at the church.  Jill asks about little Phillip the 4th (who is actually little Nobody the 1st since Cane is the real Chancellor heir which means Nina married a nobody).  Nina says he’s still in Iraq; Jill sends him her love.  Later, Nina runs into Esther and asks who the cutie with Jill is.  That’s Cane, the dumbass maid tells her.  Nina sizes him up.  ”Well, he’s no Phillip,” she opines.  Amen to that, Nina.  Faux Phillip was fucking HAWT.

In the church foyer, Amber and Daniel talk to his daddy Danny Romalotti and Aunt Gina.

Nikki, Vicboria, and J.T. arrive and Nikki nearly collapses.  Thankfully, Paul swoops in and catches her just in time.  Nick and Phyllis witness the turn of events.  Nick is worried the strain of things with Victor is taking its toll.  ”Your mother’s strong,” Phyllis tells her husband. “Women can endure almost anything to save their family…”  Once again, Nick looks guilty as all fuck.

Nina meets “little” Daniel.  Paul greets Nina who asks where Cricket is.  Oh, she’s in Europe, Paul tells her.

Amber puts Daniel’s sketch of The Cryptkeeper on the casket. (Is that this dumb-ass’s claim to fame now — sketching the dead?  First Lurch, now Katherine…)  ”No one got me like you did,” Amber sobs in that high pitched whine of hers.

Back in the church foyer, Ashley and Dina share an awkward reunion (maybe because Ashley still harbors resentment for her mother never telling her that she was the handyman’s daughter and not a real Abbott but I could be wrong…)  Sharon, obviously bored with anything to do with Jack and his family, excuses herself to talk to Nick.  Jack is totally pissed.

Marge returns from her walk around the cemetary and talks to the camera some more.  Who are all these people?  Where is the Perry Como music she wanted played?  Suddenly she recognizes Esther.  ”Well hell! This ain’t my funeral,” she tells us, “this is a funeral for Katherine Chancellor.”  Gee, thanks, Marge — we couldn’t tell what the hell was going on.  More importantly, thank YOU, Maria Arena Bell for insulting your viewer’s intelligence.  Marge calls out for Katherine and charges out of the church to look for her.

Nikki sobs over the casket.  ”You’re laying it on a little think,” Jill tells her.  ”You’ve upstaged me with my mother for years.  Just because I’m not as demonstrative with my feelings as you are, doesn’t mean I’m not going to miss her just as much.  Now why don’t you wring out your hankie and sit down.” Oh, snap!

Phyllis sees Nick and Sharon hugging out their grief and flashes back to the kiss in Paris.

Billy pulls Jack aside and gives him the lowdown on Jill’s speech.

Sharon tells Nick that Jack is upset about her seeing him in Paris.  ”There I am telling him what he needs to do to get our mariage back on track and all I can think about is Paris,” she whispers.  Whore.

Phyllis fights back the tears and walks over to the casket where Amber is bawling.  ”Broken hearts are horrible,” Big Red says.  ”You really loved Katherine didn’t you?”  Amber says she did — The Cryptkeeper trusted her, believed in her like no one else.  ”Maybe she could see something beyond the bleach blonde hair and the little girl voice,” Phyllis replies.  She tells Amber they both love Daniel and they are stuck with each other so maybe they should call a truce.  They shake on it.  Oh, I hate truces.  Grudges are good.

The Cryptkeeper’s attorney, Mitchell Sherman, tells Jill that he’s scheduled a reading of the will per The Cryptkeeper’s instructions. Jill says she knows what to expect form it.  Mitchell looks uncomfortable and informs her that Kay made some changes recently.  He’ll have his secretary contact her regarding beneficiaries and the time of the reading. You are SO not getting shit, Jill…

The funeral starts as Ashley enters the church and sits in the front row.  Jack calls to her and invites her to sit with the rest of the family, but she turns back to the front of the church, ignoring him.

Nikki is overcome with grief and gets up to get some air.  As she turns toward the back of the church the doors open and Victor enters.  He walks to the front of the church and takes a seat beside Ashley.  Jack is full on boiling.

Marge traces the trajectory of the car and find The Cryptkeeper face down beside a stream.  She begs Katherine to speak to her.  Suddenly, Marge disappears (I guess she is being called home or some shit).  The Cryptkeeper’s fingers twitch…