As the line goes dead, the clock at her side rolls over to midnight, and hellhounds bay in the distance. She rises to her feet to stare through the curtains at the dingy city outside, and the camera tracks ever closer in upon her face while that howling draws near, and finally, at very long last, a harsh snarling pounces upon her to drag Posh Bela into the darkness for good. "Whee!"

Next week: Season finale, baby! Will Dashing El Deano make it through the hour intact, or will The Kripkeeper pull another goddamned cliffhanger designed simply to annoy all of us during the lengthy summer hiatus? "It's another mystery! Hooray!" See you then, kiddies. "And kisses! Kisses to my pretties! Hee!"

Demian thinks it's time you started acting your age. Raoul, however, has just invited you over for a High School Musical marathon where, he promises, there will be mud masks, pedicures, and s'mores for everyone. You may reach the former at demian_twop@yahoo.com. The latter is an imaginary gay dragon on the Internet.