Hospital. Darling Sammy chases down the good doctor and prepares to blow the man's mind with the knowledge that his daughter's actually been kicking around town in spectral form over the last couple of days, wreaking Grimm havoc on his friends and neighbors. So, naturally, when he's done with his little "You're daughter's a ghost!" spiel, Our Intrepid Hero is quite taken aback when Doctor Garrison crosses to Comatose Callie's unresponsive side and states, "So, you've seen her, too?"

Grandmother's House. That other guy boots in the front door and makes with the Tough Guy Jazz Hands through the first floor until the little prick finds a scarred but alive Red Hoodie cowering in the dining room. Yawn. Eventually, The Big Bad Wolf pounces and proceeds to pound the living crap out of the little prick before hoisting the fucking midget into the air over his head and hurling the bow-legged piece of filth into a glass cabinet on the far side of the room. "VIOLENCE!" shrieks Raoul, squirming around with delight upon his overstuffed armchair now that the stupid little dwarf's finally getting what he deserves.

Hospital. Sam assures the good doctor that neither of them are crazy, and that Comatose Callie's stepmother did indeed poison the little girl. Garrison protests at this last, but Sam simply replies, "Sir, Callie told us." "Not in so many words," he adds, referring to the message sent by the red apple Spectral Callie left behind at Hoser Cinderella's, "but in her own way, she told us." Garrison freaks.

Grandmother's House. The Big Bad Wolf's still knocking the snot out of the bow-legged pygmy, and Spectral Callie's almost as pleased with this development as Raoul and I are. "WANTON ACTS OF UNREPENTANT VIOLENCE AGAINST THE ABHORRENT PRICK!" Raoul shrieks with delight, his current hatred of the shrimpy homophobe easily overriding his paralyzing fear of preadolescent girls. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" As in the actual fairy tale, however, the huntsman in this situation manages to procure a pair of scissors -- these from Grandmother's knitting basket -- and starts going for The Big Bad Wolf's stomach. Spectral Callie follows the action intently with her eyes until her father's disembodied voice intrudes upon the scene. Spectral Callie buzzes and blinks and flickers out.

Hospital, and wow. Comatose Callie's got some rack on her. "I was just noticing that, too!" Pity she's going to be dead in about five seconds. "Demian! Spoiler!" Oh. Ooops. In any event, Doctor Garrison soothes Comatose Callie with his words, assuring her he now knows what she's been trying to tell him all this time, and he pleads with her to answer him, or something. It works, for Spectral Callie now appears behind him, and Darling Sammy gets this deeply sad look in his eyes when Doctor Garrison turns from the comatose version of his daughter to ask the spectral one, "Is it true?" Spectral Callie solemnly nods her head.