[Tate enjoys being able to go wherever the hell he wants, it's like Halloween but... not. The only problem is he doesn't know what to do with his new-found freedom at least not with Violet around. So he's spending it wedged in a corner on the floor at the library.

Hands move up to rub at his head with the roughness of someone who's been fighting off a headache and now simply giving up. When he decides it's not helping he trails his dark eyes around the room, allowing his arms to fall into his lap. The way his blond hair fluffs up and sticks up now clearly screams 'madman.'

It's a while longer before he picks up his pocket watch flicking it to video.]

Video

You've got to wonder. Did the Roanoke people warn us about Croatoan? If it was so bad how did they have time to carve the word once and then begin carving it again.

[The blonde teenager rubs at his chin thoughtfully as he aims his soulless stare into the video feed.]

What if it wasn't a warning?