After some time-lapse shots of the moon rising over nighttime city traffic, we head back to the Manor, where Piper's fruitlessly attempting to instill some sort of moral code in her homicidal brat. Okay, not really. She's babbling about Tiny Gay Chris playing with "normal toys" for a very, very long time before he gets to screw around with the sword in the fake stone again. The kid's totally ignoring her, though. Creepy little motherfucker. The Dolt ambles in with an affable "How we doing?" "His Highness," Piper archly notes, "seems content." Yeah, that's just what he wants you to think. Next thing you know, he's going to be slaughtering you all in your sleep. The Dolt reveals that he's fixed everything that ever needed to be fixed around the Manor, so Piper should have more time to spend with their freaky demon child. "I forgot how handy you were to have around the house," she offers affectionately. They take a moment before the Dolt, referring to Tiny Chris, admits, "Pretty strange, huh?" "Kinda scary, actually," Piper replies. "We've seen what he can do without the sword. I can't begin to imagine what he could do with it." The Dolt que-sera-seras that "whatever it is, it's meant to be." "Doesn't make it any less scary," Piper notes, gazing down at her weenie little sociopath. "But," she adds, "that's tomorrow's problem. I'll worry about it then." Piper and the Dolt rise to return Tiny Chris to The Patricia Campbell Hearst Commemorative Child-Care Nook downstairs. As they exit the attic, the camera draws back to take in the sword, which gleams in the light before we fade to black.

Next week, the gals meet an infant who's supposedly even freakier than Tiny Gay Chris. I'll believe that when I see it.