Marv escaped from Billy Medwick’s mason jar through a too-big air hole, after three days of surviving on nothing but blades of grass and the bark of a hickory stick. Jones didn’t make it. Marv’s stable now, but he needs fluids and the nectar keeps clogging up the IV. Meanwhile, Billy Medwick is out there, somewhere, making smaller holes in his lids, and waiting… just waiting in the dusk.