Kim pulls out her phone to call for help.

Kim fumbled out her phone, to call 911. She didn’t know what to say or how she’d explain this, but she had to-

“Ah, I’ll take that… what’s the word?… Phone.” Amy’s new voice didn’t even command, but Kim felt compelled to pass over the device.

Amy flicked through the screens and punched in a number.

“You-you can’t be-” Kim started to protest.

“Shh.” Amy put a finger to her lips and Kim fell silent, unable to make a sound. “Don’t worry, you little bitch. You’ve got lots of time of suffer for entrapping me… Or rather, since your witch ancestors are long dead, you’ll have to suffer in their place.”

The phone clicked and Amy’s old, sweet voice came out if the thing’s beestung lips.

“Daddy?” It said, not breaking eye contact with Kim. “Something bad happened at school… I’m-I’m really worried. Can you come home? Please daddy?”

Amy smiled at Kim, who looked in silent and frozen in fear.

“Yes daddy. We couldn’t get through to you so Kim picked me up. Can you join us?”