It is the heart of the jungle that makes roots that spread below the ground.

Over the years and across the provinces, they have explored together every li of what there is to offer in this between them.

Syril and Dedra regroup, as the Rix Road uprising goes on around them.

Raleigh likes being handcuffed, Mako likes Raleigh. Porn.

Balls and chains are for pens at the bank, and he's never seen a pen that looked like it could survive a level three nuclear holocaust.

"It's Karen," she says hopelessly in the middle of his doorway like he wouldn't know her a thousand other ways. The whiff of perfume on her, Viktor & Rolf Flowerbomb trapped underneath a thick smear of booze, or the sound of her shoes on the hard tile floor. She's drunk already; her breathing is faint and thready. Her face is too hot.

Luke's intentions toward his nephew have been misinterpreted, and maybe this is a mercy.

Eve has always been older and wiser.

Of all the prisons in which she's spent time, Lotus Pier may be the kindest.

Carefully taking a pillow and placing it in his lap, Ted mumbles, “Think I outta be getting home, sleep this off.”

“Can’t do that either,” Higgins says, grimacing sympathetically. “You’ll have to, ah, burn it out.”

(In which Ted gets dosed with sex pollen, and Trent and Rebecca work together to help him through it.)