Ava savors her triumph for a moment before hitching her body around into the appropriate posture of despair to let loose with a full-throated howl of abject terror. Sam races back into the so-called safe room to find Dead Andy on the floor and falsely weeping Ava apparently falling apart by the windows. Secretly Evil Ava LIES that she just found Dead Andy lying there after she came back from a water run to the town's well, and she keeps it up for a while until Super-Smart Sammy notices the break in the line on the windowsill, recalls the fact that Ava's the only person present with a five-month gap in her memory, and realizes that Ava was struck with a mysterious headache right around the time the demonic moppet strung The Lesbian from the windmill. Openly Evil Ava wipes the fake tears from her eyes and gloats a little bit over her skillful deception before taking a very lengthy moment to reveal every last detail of her dastardly master plan instead of offing Darling Sammy right away, because she has reached the point of this evening's festivities in which the script compels her to do so. Sigh.

Seems Ava's actually been in Cold Oak since she vanished from Peoria, and in that time has become The Demonic Miss America Pageant's "undefeated heavyweight champ," having dispatched entirely on her own several groups of three or four super-special mommy-free and -having children at a time over the last five months. And how has she managed to do it all? By carefully developing her powers, of course! Oh, and eventually shrugging off whatever moral qualms she had about slaughtering other people, naturally, because this is a kill or be killed situation, here, neither of her making nor of her choosing, and she just wanted to survive. So there. By the way, can Sam believe that Ava started out having mere dreams, for Christ's sake? Now she can control demons! Isn't that awesome? And look! She's finally -- finally -- summoning one now to rip holes throughout Darling Sammy's impressive fifteen-foot-tall frame, and CRK! Ooops. Seems Evil Ava wasted too many minutes jabbering on about herself instead of, you know, slaughtering people like she's supposed to, and thereby allowed G.I. Jake enough time to sneak up behind her and snap her neck like a twig with his Demon-endowed super-strength. Sorry, Ava! It was nice knowing you! Well, until you inexplicably turned into a complete dipshit there at the end.