Awake at night I'll sleep all day Everything in color all I see is grey I'm sayin' yes when I feel no 'Cause I'm scared that in the end I'll be alone

Forget to eat Don't buy what I need I let people push me 'til I bleed And I take the beatin' Over my breathin' Yeah, I'm unhealthy and messed up

Betty carries a great deal of guilt throughout her life, some of which is justifiable and some of which is not; when the guilt is justifiable, such as when she made a monumental mistake with TBK, she is able to sit down and let it go. When Betty's own sister blames her for something over which she has no control, she just can't take it any longer. Betty no longer feels the rage that she had in response to Polly's demand; rather, she just feels sheer, worn-out despondence coursing through her veins.

Archie, to his credit, grimaces as soon as the words leave his lips, emulating Betty's recoil and audible sigh at the same time. Eric and Polly convey the impression that they are delighted, Alice gives them all her signature scowl, and Jughead seems caught between punching something and pulling out his eyes.

She remains there for a time, taking in the beauty of the evening while watching lightning bugs dart in and out of view. As she straightens up to face her destiny, Polly and Alice have returned inside, and Archie has driven out of the driveway. However, Jughead and Eric are still sitting on the porch railing.

Betty spins around on her heel and enters the house while Jughead continues to sneakily observe the situation from a distance. Betty is in a hurry, despite the fact that Eric has offered her more time and the fact that she wants to go through the emotions brought on by sleeping over next door. She remembers to bring her toothbrush and a book from the library that she has renewed six times but has not yet started reading, and she throws some extra kibble into Toffee's dish before putting a few essentials into a tote bag. Betty rubbed her chin and responded to Toff's by saying, "I'll be there tomorrow." Even if she doesn't quite smash the front door, she does yank it shut with more force than is necessary. In addition to that, she does not shut the door behind her.

There is an unpleasant silence that lasts for exactly five seconds in the foyer before Jughead groans and starts to make his way up the stairs. Jughead is undoubtedly going over in his head what happened the last time they shared this room with the elephant that was the size of Archie in the foyer. She mumbles to herself, "I'm not feeling like a big girl right now," as she looks down at her hands. There is a little silence before she continues "To tell you the truth, I find it to be rather unsettling. I'd much prefer be lounging around on the sofa." She doesn't look up until she's far into the book, and even then, it's only because light is streaming into the now-dark corridor, which Betty can see through a tiny gap in the bedroom door. She continues reading. She can't help but crack a grin as she opens the book once again and begins to immerse herself once more in the fantastical world it contains. She is so comfortable that she may fall asleep while thinking about the protagonist's love interest in the book.

After then, it turned into a nightmare. Betty is wailing in anguish and fear at the farthest nook of the hole she is stuck in while wearing a windbreaker that seems to have been taken from the FBI but is really on her body. Due to her dismal efforts to scale out, her fingernails are bent backwards and rough, she has a stinging ache in her side that makes it difficult for her to breathe, and she is fatigued. I am really worn out.

Betty eases into the hug while taking choppy breaths through her sore throat, which she has been using to cover the fact that she has been screaming for the first second. Betty is still sobbing, but now she is blinded by bright lights, and instead of being on the ground, she is now resting on a mattress. Her torn and bloody jacket has been replaced by something softer, which is wrapped securely over her and kept in place by muscular arms. One of the arms begins to stroke her back in gentle circles before connecting to a body and then to a voice that she is familiar with." It's Jughead, Betty; you're safe; you have nothing to worry about."