He follows the clanging and comes upon a group of young women clad in black leather, fighting each other with various metal weapons. As he nears them, he gets that familiar sinking feeling that signifies the presence of green kryptonite. He glances around, wondering how his conveniently inconvenient weakness has manifested itself this time, and sees a woman forging weaponry in green-tinged fire. The women attack him. One of them trips him with her bull whip and he crashes to the floor. "I'm here to help you!" he protests. A woman stands over him, her boot-clad foot on his chest. "No one here needs saving," she says. "Except you." She's wearing a Freddy Kreuger glove on one hand. Clark doesn't argue.
Granny escorts Tess into the orphanage. Hopefully the little singing urchins have run for their freedom. Granny beams with pride. "You know," she says, "I've always been able to tell an abandoned soul when I see one." She says it's a gift. Tess doesn't remark on how creepy that sounds and instead asks if the girls come here as babies. Granny says they come at any age. It's difficult to find them permanent homes. "Truth is, by the time I get my hands on the lost souls, they no longer have the cute baby scent that childless couples yearn for." Babies make a lot of "scents" and very few of them are "cute." I would totally rather have a kid who's already been potty-trained. Maybe the orphanage could try that as a selling point. Tess, taking notes all the while, is aghast at the thought of the kids spending their whole lives there. Granny laughs. It's not like she's punishing the girls, for heaven's sake! She's just turning them into efficient killers! Granny leads Tess down a hallway decorated with portraits of the orphanage's illustrious alumni. Oh, holy crap. One of the portraits seen in passing is of a sad-faced clown in a puffy red wig. It is horrific. "I've been training my girls for decades," Granny explains. "Not to blend into society, but to conquer it." Most of the other portraits seem to be of young businesswomen. Tess pauses when she catches sight of the armoire from her nightmare. She walks toward it, drawn like a magnet. Granny is still talking: "My girls know I'll always be there for them, and I know they'll never desert me." Tess peers around the side of the armoire and sees the marks where she clawed at the wood. Tess turns slowly to face Granny. "I do hope you enjoyed the birthday present," Granny says. She knew it would bring Tess back to her. As Granny steps to one side, Tess sees a portrait on the wall that had up till then been hidden. Her own face stares back at her.