Date: August 26, 2018, 4 months after season two
Weather: 74 degrees, sunny

August 26, 2018, 12:30 a.m.  - Parkers Canyon street / Orphanage -

        Madam Lynette is strolling down the streets of Parkers Canyon; Jenna, Brad, and Chris follow just behind her. She stops in front of a large, three-story home. “Ah,” she smiles, “here we are.” She turns around to face the circle of witches. “Home sweet home.”
        Brad looks up at the building. “This is it? Isn’t it kind of-”
        “Shitty?” Jenna jumps in, cracking a sly smile.
        “Well,” Brad looks down. “I was going to say abandoned. That works, too.”
        “It has its quirks,” Lynette smiles. “A bit of work here and there, and it’ll be upright in no time at all.”
        “Uh, huh,” Jenna smiles and steps past the front gate, making her way up the front porch stairs. “So, this is where we’re going to be staying?”
        Madam Lynette follows behind Jenna, the boys in tow. “That’s correct,” she nods. “There’s plenty of space; this used to be an orphanage many, many years ago.”
        “I have a dad,” Chris murmurs behind her. Lynette turns around gives him a scolding eye.

“Right, well,” Lynette motions them away with her hands. “You should get started if you want this place to be homier; it won’t clean itself.”

August 26, 2018, 7:00 a.m. - Parkers Canyon streets -

        A man in a trenchcoat paces around Town Square slapping paper printouts sporadically on buildings and windows. “Here, take this,” he shoves one of the papers at a random passerby, but the woman hussels away from him quickly. “They’re taking our children!” He shouts after her, but she doesn’t look back.
        He continues down the street posting the papers. “Hey!” a man calls after him, stepping out of the Pizzeria. “You can’t post this here,” he shouts, waving one of the posters at the man. “This is a private business, you crazy…”
        “Keep it!” The trenchcoat man shouts back. He hurries down the street, attempting to hand out more papers to pedestrians, but he is mostly ignored. The Pizzeria manager looks down at the poster: a picture of Kylie Blue with the words “THEY KILLED ME” printed in bold lettering.

August 26, 2018, 7:30 a.m. - Vincent Residence -

        Sheriff Vincent walks out his front door, throwing his sunglasses on. He unlocks his police cruiser and opens the driver door. He realizes he forgot his cell phone and turns to go back for it.
He looks up at his garage, and he stops in his place. He removes his sunglasses as he stares up at the vandalized door. An ominous message is written in large, blood-red paint: “HE KNOWS.”