Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't care about the High Priest, Aunt Zee.

You're astral-projecting.

I mean, I'll be even more so when the shock wears off in a couple days.

- Any sign of Tommy? - Sabrina?

At the mines. He's already trying to get it back up and running,

Back where? What do you...

I mean, definitely not boobs, but you got something.

The kitchen, Mr. Kinkle, we just came by to check in on Harvey and Tommy.

- Unclear. - Sabrina.

What's his name again? Harry?

You must really love that mortal boy, to risk everything for him.

The dogs were tearing Tommy Kinkle apart.

and keep watch.

- Certainly. - I have my rounds.

You shouldn't have done anything. You should've left Tommy where he was.

Roz, are you okay?

And if you are...

And I came through, into this clearing.

Tommy's gone... ...and Harvey and I...

What did you see? Anything?

And you, Dorcas, and I are staying right here until they're finished.

and our magics.

More like... visions.

I was undoing what witches did.

I need your help, Ms. Wardwell.

devours those it catches.

and brought back to life is getting sicker and sicker.

- I think I may know. - I think Sabrina might be a witch.

What do you think of my new duds, Aunt Hilda?

Unless that doctor is a witch doctor, I'd get a second opinion.

and she'll be rooted to the spot until you pull up the spike.

and more specifically, I'm worried that something might be wrong with Tommy.

How did you even know what spell to use?

It took longer than I or the Dark Lord might have liked, but...

She just doesn't listen to you.

recite the words.

you've done enough.

So I don't lose track of you.

Yeah, that's you. You were an All-Star, dude.

Spellman soil from that so-called Cain Pit.

That's the Grim Reaper doing it to her. He's expecting a body.

Your friend Lucas here has been helping me with some plans to...