Meg has been fighting the hellhounds morning, noon and night. They have her scent and they're not giving up. She's lost count of how many she's slain, and lost count of how many squishy innocents she's helped along the way - or she's blocking that part out because ew, when did she become such a hero?

Her thigh is badly torn, as is her arm. Her angel blade is dripping with black blood.

She presses herself against a wall to catch her breath - that's when she notices Ellen. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me..."