Out in the reception area, Jane rings up the Olivia person she'd been babbling at earlier and, hyperventilating just a tiny bit, she pleads, "Can you come get me?" "You sound awful," the Olivia person drones from her end of the line. "Have you been drinking?" "I think I'm going crazy!" Jane wails. "I'm freaking out!" "Of course you are," Olivia wearily sighs, "because you are a freak." "You're certifiable!" Olivia continues, anger and irritation beginning to color her tone as hapless and doomed Jane draws the cell away from her ear to stare at it in disbelief. "Every time the phone rings," Olivia's disembodied voice growls, "my stomach drops." "Jane's got another crisis!" Olivia mocks as Jane slowly draws the restaurant's revolver from her apron. "The whole family's just waiting for you to have another breakdown," Olivia sneers as Jane slowly presses the revolver's barrel to the underside of her chin. "We're like hostages!" Olivia complains as Jane slowly lifts her hopeless eyes to the heavens. "Why don't you just go ahead and kill yourself already!" Olivia snarls as the camera slowly climbs from Jane's defeated expression to take in the enormous Biggerson's sign above her head, and then? SPLAT! "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" shrieks Raoul The Big Gay Supernatural Dragon, writhing about atop his overstuffed armchair with delight as Jane's brains spray upwards across the sign to obscure Biggerson's "The Happy Place!" slogan with great big chunks of drippy crimson irony. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" shrieks Raoul again when bits of Jane's shattered skull drop wetly from the sign to the floor. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" shrieks the dizzy lizard one final time as the camera lovingly lingers on the carnage for a few very long seconds until we're all assaulted by the...