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Kendall’s soaking in a hot spring with his eyes closed; wind and steam blow behind him across a barren Icelandic landscape. An employee of the clinic, in creepy all-white Keds and capris, says something ominous about a visitor requesting Ken’s presence. “What is this? What do you mean?” he asks, anxious and bewildered. Keds: “This came as an instruction to me, so could you just come with me please?” It’s weird and awkward: high-paying clients—and the expensive clinicians who work at rehab facilities like this, prized for their confidentiality—don’t usually get ordered around by random guests who show up at the doorstep demanding facetime. There are only two authorities powerful enough to make that kind of demand: local law enforcement, and Kendall’s father. We’ve started the new season en media res, about forty-eight hours after the finale. The last time we saw Kendall he had fled the scene of a car crash that killed his k-holed waiter, and we have just as little info about what’s going down now as does.