Ever been so paranoid about one specific thing happening that it totally blinds you to literally everything else? Yeah that's what's happening to Pratt. He's only been here a few days, and he hasn't seen any evidence of the cult, of the bunker or of Jacob. But he's still so convinced that at any moment all of that may appear, the worry that he might turn a corner and...

Be stabbed by a guy with a sword.

Pratt backpedals immediately, looking down at the blood seeping through his Deputy uniform, but he doesn't really react other than that, he doesn't even clamp a hand over the wound to staunch the bleeding.

Instead he looks at this leather clad... biker? A biker brandishing a sword?

"Do you have a sword?" because people from Hope County, Montana have sawblade shooters, shovel launchers and flame throwers. But the last time he'd seen a sword had been some teenagers who got lost in the woods trying to reenact some anime.