A hand on his shoulder, a woman behind him, curves pressed to his back. Her warm voice in his ear, breath tickling the hairs on the back of his neck. “It’s gonna be all right, Teddy. I understand now. This world doesn’t belong to them. Belongs to us.”
Then, he opened his eyes and saw *her* in that cornflower blue dress, moving with a determined stride toward the white-haired man, pistol big and powerful in her delicate hand. He wasn’t sure who she was, only that she was so, so alive. A bright, delicate flutter of hope beat itself against the inside of his ribcage, but it dissolved before he could grab hold of the thing. He saw her, and something else ******** slid into place. *He* snapped into place. Like a ********* finding its *****. These words didn’t seem like anything to him.
Post-season 1 finale, Teddy tries to make sense of the world. But the only thing that makes sense is Dolores. Who, as it turns out, was not always on the farm loop…