They laugh, because that's what you do when the danger is too much, and cuddle, and somebody with dancer's calves covered in blood, holding a slaughtered rabbit by the feet, comes into the front door holding her skirt up so it won't get dirty. Maryann smiles drunkenly and leans against the arch frame, looking adorable and crazy as hell. Even Tara's like, "Daaaang." Maryann assures them she's fine -- "I am fantastic! I slept outside last night and I communed with my animal nature!" -- and Eggs notices the dead hare in her hands. "This little fella hopped by, and I thought, Mmm, yummy. Rabbit stew!" Tara's grossed out, and Maryann says -- on autopilot, too tired and ritual too recent to wrap her truth in better words -- "Feeling sorry for things is just an excuse not to celebrate your own happiness!"

It's the first time I've had a problem with her, honestly. That's her shtick with the heart carved out. She hops onto a big chair, looking utterly insane, perfect hair all a mess, and pronounces them "glowy," speaking of happiness. Tara's like, "We fell asleep," and Eggs nods, and Maryann is satisfied. Tara asks about the party last night, and Maryann gets defensive as usual, spackling over it with talk about how Tara's such a good friend to look after the house and how could Sookie ever fault her for that, and then runs off barefoot through the house calling, like a crow: "Karl! KKKarl!" Tara sighs and mentions that Maryann is fucking weird, but Eggs just loves it. He cuddles closer, and they go back to watching the movie about the woman too stupid to realize her house was haunted and dangerous, and probably watched horror movies -- while lunatics dragged rabbit carcasses around the house -- about people who were too stupid to look terror in the eye, so they watched movies instead.

Gabe's got Jason dead to rights on a back road, knife to his neck, while Steve fairly weeps with rage about Jason's betrayal. Jason tries to apologize, to the husband of the girl who apparently just blew his cover, and Steve tries to get him to admit being involved with Area IX, and they are really frustrated in communicating for a bit. I don't think Jason ever figures out that his sister is here or that there's a war happening. So Steve goes, "You are snakier than a snake in the grass!" -- which you have to admit is fucking snaky -- and Jason begs his old buddy Steve to reconsider, but no. He closes his eyes, and intones in a holy fashion: "Say a prayer. You are going to hell. And you are going there today." It breaks Jason's heart, and he still doesn't know what the fuck is going on; Steve walks away to let his muscle do the work. And Gabe's eyes are clear, no blackness at all.