Up at the Compound, Doggett digs up the fresh grave in the back yard and finds the hideously mutilated remains of a mirror. The hooooooorrrrrrroooor! Leyla and Bad Dad (Or Is He?) Jeffrey watch. "It's just a mirror from my son's room," Jeffrey snuffles. He buried it because Tommy was afraid of it. Man, Jeffrey is way too permissive. I was really scared of my mother's silver soup tureen when I was a kid (I used to have a recurring nightmare about it. I know, it's a piece of crockery. I was imaginative), and she didn't get rid of it. It sits on the buffet to this day. Anyway, this mirror revelation prompts Doggett to inform the assembled to go get bundled up; they're walking out of there. Jeffrey takes off to go find his gloves, or something, and Leyla stares up at Doggett. "I know what you're thinking," she says. "Black magic! Mirrors are powerful symbols in conjuring and the dark arts. That's what this is, right?" Doggett glares at her. "Uh huh," he says shortly. And walks away. Bless his curmudgeonly little heart.