At the end of his rope, Harvey was not surprised when he looked back and no longer saw Aurora standing there, anchoring him to the other side of hope. She'd had enough and he couldn't blame her. He'd had enough quite a long time ago.Now. Sam spends his days tossing wishes into an empty well, trying desperately to be the voice of reason. Jenn is heartbroken, drowning in her forlorn misery, praying that maybe if she does the dishes one more time, it'll make everything okay again. Mike chokes it all down, content to smash through whatever peace any of them try to carve-out. And Harvey... Harvey just can't seem to get up off the floor. Because would be the point? This is their week, respectively.