He lands in the parking lot and is running as soon as his feet his the ground. Running toward the door, through it, down the hall, into his office.

His shirt is still unbuttoned, the gold crown is still clutched in his left hand.
And he is desperately trying to think of what to do next.


He hasn't planned any further than this. Nothing solid at least.
He hadn't expected to survive his first strike to get this far this quickly.

"We need sanctuary."
His voice sounds strained.

If Jay has been by - but no. If Pam - Pam will need the house as a safe space later. She will.