After some racing down hallways, they end up taking refuge in the kitchen. They have a kitchen, too! I guess that's less of a surprise. Angel and Cary lock the doors, which makes more sense this time, because they're swinging doors and the lock is the only thing holding them shut. The crawdads start hurling themselves at the doors, mostly to make a good scary effect as they splat against the little windows. Fred whimpers, "No more running! Too hot, too hot." Angel gets an actual idea, and turns on the stoves. He explains, "Cook the air, dry it out. Make it so uncomfortable for them [that] they won't want in." Flames shoot up from the grills, and I'm amazed that the gas is hooked up and working and given everything else going on, why not? Fred screams suddenly, and babbles, "Charles! Where's Charles?" He's not in the kitchen. Maybe he's on his way over to my place. I can hope.