Also in need of a hug? You'll never guess! It's shocking what is about to happen!

There's an ad hoc meeting of the Liars in a school bathroom, where we learn that Hanna has been walking the streets of Rosewood all morning feeling totally bereft and crazed because Caleb fessed up. Spencer is not in attendance, because she lives on her couch now with Toby. If only he knew about the red club chaise they could be snuggling up there in IKEA softness and the whole ugly world really would seem like a faraway dream.

After a litany of little worried Liar faces, the water starts dripping upside down into the faucets and the toilets all start flushing with the sounds of dying girls and the mirrors all get wavy and you can glimpse the spirit realm through them in shadowy fits and starts. Jenna has arrived.

The girls prepare to get the fuck on up out of there, but Hanna lingers. Aria sees the scary in her rising, rising, and tries to pull her out of the bathroom nexus before they're all carried away to Oz or Hellraiser or whatever, but it's too late: Hanna has gone temporarily darkside. She stomps on over to Jenna, smug look of evil she constantly has gleaming from beneath her giant Jackie O's, and then Hanna just slaps the shit out of her.

("Try to run me over with a car? Huh, blind lady?")

The shades go spinning across the tile, and the Liars stare slackjawed, and just when you think we're never going to see the eyes of Jenna Cavanaugh -- just when you're picturing them, tentacular or silvered over, Teiresian; the sexual predator, the mad sabotreuse, the warped monster that locked her brother up in a tower, collecting music boxes and snowglobes and killer dolls from an age of death -- the camera flips a trick on you and there she is: Crying. Just a girl.

Just a girl who had problems, big ones, before Alison ever took her down. A girl who was so afflicted by something, whatever it was, that she pulled her brother into it. A girl who was lonely, and then became something more than lonely. A girl who is so grateful for the attention of the strangers all around her that she'll ally herself with anybody -- Ian, Caleb, Ezra -- that shows her the slightest kindness. A girl who walks through those halls every day, hearing the whispers, knowing she's one more thing for Rosewood to point at and fear and swallow awkwardly, averting their eyes. A girl who needs, more than ever, to do things for herself.