Something's happened to Spencer.

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"Something's happened to Spencer."

Spencer's trailer is easy enough to find -- there's only so many roads that lead out of Eureka, and the only area with enough wooded areas for Spencer's paranoia to settle down and yet enough open space to work on his car and construct his own free-standing satellite dish is a grand total of ten minutes north of Tesla High School.

Jack drove Jo out to the trailer, Henry following in his tow truck. None of them are speaking as they pile out and begin to look around.

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Can't look up

Can't look up

Don't look up.

Spencer points upward instead.

"They're watching."

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After a quick trip back to the truck, Spencer had refused to move from his spot in the middle of the field, Henry has draped a blanket around Spencer's shoulders and is dabbing at bloodied hands with alcohol.

"Spencer, what happened to your hands?" They were really torn up.

Spencer's voice quavers, "They left me here."

"Who?"

The quaver devolves to stuttering, "I-- I-- I can't."

Henry lays a worried hand on Spencer's shoulder, "Spencer--" he cuts himself off and turns walk over to Jack who has just come back out from the trailer.

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Jo has been sweeping the area, making sure that whatever got Spencer once won't get him again. She leans in close to her traumatized friend.

"You're not alone."

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Henry is shaking his head as he walks up to Jack, "He's clearly traumatized."

That's what a couple of PhD's will get you: the ability to state the glaringly obvious.

Jack frowns, "Maybe Beverly can help him."

"Yeah..." Henry's voice is shaken, "I'll take him there."

"Henry, you okay?" Jack sounds concerned.

"No, but I will be once he is," Henry answers, indicating Spencer.

Jack nods, "Keep me posted."

Henry nods and leads Spencer back to his truck.

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Jo is still looking around, assessing, calculating...important cop stuff.

"What do you think?"

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Hands in his pants pockets, surveying the scene and making a face at Jo's drawn weapon in the middle of this nowhere cornfield: "Well he probably passed out; his friends played a prank on 'im."

Walking away from where they found Spencer, "There's always a logical explanation for these...things."

Trying to not be too sarcastic, "What's your theory?"

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"Yeah, that sounded very logical..."

My sarcasm, let me show you it.

"Well..."

Activate mad detecting skillz!

"It's a crop...And there's a circle in it..."

You do the math.

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"No. No, no, no -- "

Jack turns, giving the still-standing stalks a good swipe with one palm in disgust at Jo's insinuation.

"I don't care how weird this town gets, there's one thing that I know, and that's that there are no -- " Cell phone rings. " -- aliens." Flicking the phone out of his pocket:

"Yeah, Jack Carter. Oh, hey Alison." Long pause. "That makes two today.

"I know, I know, you don't want to hear about it, okay -- I'm on my way." Click.

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This is getting serious.

"Someone else disappeared?"

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All the humor is lost from Jack's voice as well.

"Fargo. Let's go."

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Jo looks back, her face uneasy, at the trees on the edge of the clearing. She sees something in one of them, though she's not sure what. Maybe...Taggart? Looking up? At what? Ohhhhhh...

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Fargo clings. Trees are high. Scientists like him don't usually climb them. If he had his way, scientists like him wouldn't ever climb them. Even if it is for the good of humanity...