Sarah Connor

As far as family gatherings go, Sarah is more accustomed to the ones where they band together to try and fight off a malevolent force trying to steal her son from her very arms. As far as Thanksgiving goes, Sarah only has fond memories of the holiday as a little girl, and not very good ones, at that. Her father had always been fighting wars -- whether a real one or one in his mind -- and it didn't make for good conversation over a turkey.

As it stands, she's aware that this sad little event isn't much, but with so many tumultuous changes in her life in the last year, she feels compelled to try. She's put away the most offensive of all her weapons and made her small two-room hut into something amenable and safe. She's put a fowl on the table -- roasted and basted, as best as you can a bird you don't understand -- and added potatoes, vegetables, and a pie on top of that.

Inviting people had been harder. With the constant need for a wig, now, Sarah feels as though she's more inclined to duck away and hide until the world falls away, but in order to actually host a Thanksgiving, she needs to bring people to her door. She does so as she trades in shifts at the Winchester for wine, telling those she loves (and some she tolerates) the most about the event and she makes sure to have enough food, just in case.

Maybe she doesn't have that much to give thanks about, but she's alive and she has friends. It's better than she expected -- given that the sky was supposed to be on fire, by now. It's enough to throw a get-together and be thankful about.

When it comes to the distraction of a mind, there is nothing like being told 'you're going to die' that makes a person rethink their life. Sarah knows that unlike Skynet, unlike the apocalypse, she doesn't have an exact date. She has time. How much time, she has no idea, but she has some time.

It's why she's gone around to three people who she knows that won't feel out of place in a dangerous situation and told them curtly that it's time to go before grabbing her shotgun and heading in the direction of the dinosaurs.

Whether or not they follow her is up to them.

She's done her duty and now she allows her mind to turn back to the diagnosis and George's words and the secure knowledge that she is going to get very sick and then she is going to die. She tries not to think about how she had known that was a possibility. Here, as a reality, it's so much worse.

She doesn't talk to any of them as she walks with purpose towards the dinosaurs, highly intending to shoot something, to kill something, to take her hands and pry something until it breaks because if she can't fight this disease within her, she has to fight something.