Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have a son. We call him Stiles. I remember.
It's there.
Your dad is the Sheriff.
They're all sealed shut.
I think we already did.
- Okay. Thanks. - Here you go.
- What just happened? - I don't know. I think the worlds...
Then what are we doing standing here?
You're not my mother.
I think... I think I can get to her.
We didn't see anyone.
Uh, I don't play baseball.
You know how to ride a horse?
Not really.
The train will be arriving in eight minutes.
It can be this easy.
- There's something you need to see. - You're still here.
Either way, I'm getting to that diverter.
They come by storm and they take people.
Or I'll make you step back.
You need to get out of here. Don't worry about me.
I leave you with this.