Nancy doesn't waste time. She moves inside the second Eames relents, reaching for Boxer. But the dog is off with his master and Nancy's leaving a puddle of rain and blood in the middle of their entryway.

"I'm sorry for the late call," she admits, looking at Arthur. It's the first time he can see how badly this has been effecting her. She doesn't have a spot of magic on her face and the makeup is long gone. "I didn't have anywhere else to go."