A guy and girl run down the mean streets, pursued by an unidentified nasty thing. Anne's plot device refugee center. Anne hands a worker a (rather small) pile of blankets and adds, "Tell Eva to go to the storage room. I bought a bunch of new sleeping bags last week, just in case we got crowded." Yeah, I'll bet she's got quite a bunch. Like, two million dollars worth! Johanna suggests that Anne bought some Prada fleece-lined sleeping bags. I suggest that they have platinum zippers. Anne's pretty. I have no opinion of her beyond that, since she hasn't demonstrated much personality. The two kids who were being chased earlier start pounding at the door. Anne answers, and the boy, Kenny, says he knows that it's past curfew, but Anne has to let them in. Anne insists on following the rules, and adds that the shelter is already full. The girl says, "Please, we'll sleep on the floor." She's totally angling for one of those Prada sleeping bags. The kids try to express fear, and don't really succeed, but Anne lets them in anyway. Hey, Anne's wearing sneakers! A girl! On the WB! Wearing realistic footwear! I give her an extra point for that. The camera pans over to a shadowy corner outside the building, where the shadowy figure lurks. In a policeman's uniform. Gasp, I guess.