Sabrina has been sitting numbly on the couch, watching Salem as he stalks about the living room (and makes some truly strange and awful sounds). She keeps her arms wrapped around herself, and watches her phone.

She'd texted Charlie.

She knows he'll be here.

No matter how Nick has shaken her faith in so many things, she knows that Charlie will be here soon.

When the bell rings, she's quick to the door, opening it and barely giving Charlie a change to get through before she's burying her face, nearly sheet white with pink-rimmed eyes, into his chest.