The story's easier to tell than Sabrina thought it might be, but time's a funny thing. Really funny, when a year of her life, the last year of her life, had been chopped up into sections of dreaming with her life here. Here in Darrow, where she's older than she'd ever get to be in Greendale.

At least she thinks so.

"A goat man, no less," she agrees. "He wasn't able to take proper shape for a while, and then I'd have done anything to reduce him to a goat man again." Biting her lip for a moment, she finally decides to add, "In case it's not clear, he wasn't just some Satanic wannabe. He was Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell."

She trusts Jules, but her hands tremble just a little when she says, "And I found out a couple of months afterward that he's my father. Blood-wise. My sire, he liked to say. Making me Sabrina Morningstar, if I wanted that name."