The look she gives him is far older than her years, and not quite witch or mortal in its glimmer. She takes her time in searching out her favorite sour strawberry candy, and she makes her way back to the kitchen table to eat several pieces thoughtfully, thoroughly.

"Not all right, I'm afraid," Sabrina says, her fingers trembling a bit. "Did-- did you see Nick, before it happened? Did he seem like himself? That was what I couldn't get over. He just wasn't himself."

She pops two more candies in her mouth and savors them.

"We're going to need to call Sam."