Whit and Wisty's new quarters are housed in what used to be a psychiatric hospital. For a moment, Wisty's convinced she hasn't really been arrested; she's just lost her mind. This idea is so comforting it makes her smile.
Wisty asks one of the guards when she'll meet with the doctor, but the guard's like, um, this is jail.
Whit and Wisty are handed over to a woman at an old nurses' station. She's so unpleasant that Wisty finds herself longing for a lobotomy.
This woman, the Matron, calls Whit and Wisty maggots. Clearly another example of the New Order's commitment to professionalism.
The Matron actually refers to Whit and Wisty as "my pretties." Whit briefly wonders if he really has gone crazy.
The Matron says her facility has been spellproofed. She tosses Whit and Wisty in a cell along with their comforts from home: the drumstick and the blank journal. Thanks, Mom and Dad.
Whit informs Wisty that she's glowing—like, literally—and when she looks down, she is surprised to see she's throwing off a faint green light.
Like any fifteen-year-old, Wisty's very worried about the possibility she may be a freak. She wonders why their mother never told her she was different.
Then Wisty realizes maybe her mother did tell her. This makes her cry even harder.
Whit tries to comfort her and the siblings fall asleep; Wisty gradually loses her glow.
That night, Celia visits Whit in his dreams again, and again he asks her what happened. She still won't answer, though she promises she will eventually.
Celia mentions that there's a prophecy about Whit and Wisty—that's why the New Order is so afraid of them.
Before Whit can even fully process this info, Celia's gone.
Whit and Wisty wake up. The Matron is at the door with someone who calls himself the Visitor.
The Visitor has a leather riding crop that he uses to whip Wisty. This visit is already off to a great start.