I mean, I think that goose's already been cooked. If I'm real honest, I don't know that... that anyone in this world will be safe, if he gets back here. You never saw -- you never saw him when he was mad. What he can do with his bare hands. [ Julie's brow furrows, and she looks down at the bedspread, can't look at Nadine anymore. ] He gets us to do most of the dirty work. You, Lloyd, Ratty, the schizo, that dickweed you killed. Keeps himself above it all, usually. I thought it meant he was a good leader. Like, the President didn't drop the bombs hisself, y'know? But Flagg... when he takes personal offense, it's different.

[ And it's terrifying. You don't run down forty-two flights of stairs in heels because things are going so great.

Julie's expression is one that says she clearly doesn't agree. The witch, this Mother Abigail, sounds pretty much the same to her -- regular old ladies can't summon people in their dreams, don't pick fights with demons for no reason. Having pictures doesn't mean shit. She took selfies with Flagg herself, has seen that he shows up just fine. Wait, isn't it vampires that don't show up on film? Either way, Flagg is in pictures too, so they can't rest on that factor being the determiner.

Her face changes to one of dread, and she bites the inside of her cheek. ] What do you mean, "give"?