Once they're gone, Ellen wearily yet purposefully unchains the front doors, scattering the salt line with her foot before delicately opening the larger propane canisters, finally settling in beside her daughter beneath the store's counter, where she takes possession of the trigger while wrapping a protective arm around Jo. "I will always love you, baby," Ellen whispers, and Jo -- barely conscious now that her mother's assumed control of the sole responsibility that had been keeping her alive -- murmurs, "I know," resting her head against Ellen's shoulder while The Hellhounds snarl and snap on the other side of the glass. And then Jo dies. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I'm afraid so, my faithful lizardly companion. "[GNASH!] [WAIL!] [REND!] [Slurp!]" Raoul appears to be greeting this particular development with an especially unusual lack of equanimity, so I'll try to keep what follows as brief as possible. "Thanks! [HOWL!] [Slurp!]" Ellen's composure completely cracks, and she sobs for a moment before assuring her dead daughter, "It's okay! It's okay -- that's my good girl." And as Our Intrepid Heroes escape across the rooftops, The Hellhounds barge through the hardware store's front doors to lurk their way towards the counter. Ellen waits until she can feel the first of their breath against her cheek. Then, seething, she shouts, "You can go straight back to Hell, you ugly bitch!" And with that, she presses the trigger.