Home, to fetch her family

Amy dropped into her basement living room, next to the tv. All entrances and windows were blocked before Amy left, to delay the imminent SWAT as long as possible.

"Amy!" Shea jumped out of the sofa and ran to her daughter's side. "You ok, honey?"

Amy slowly nodded, visibly shaken. Shea helped her daughter up as they listened to the tv. The faint, blood curling screams of the protestors, and riot police being swarmed by magic killer insects, were drowned out by the news anchor narrating the the grisly scene unfolding on live TV.

"Let's scram, ladies. There's nothing more for us here anymore now." Brighid slowly got up off the couch as Amy collected Dutchess, who was telepathically coaxed into resting into the cat carrier. The women took one last look around, before grabbing onto Amy's arms and vanishing through her portal. The SWAT pulled up in front of an empty house merely seconds later.