When Moira leaps onto the woman's shoulder, the action jolts James back into reality. He sits for a second, glancing around him, barely remembering walking into the bedroom now. He sees Moira, or rather cat-Moira, tearing her claws and teeth into woman's face, viciously attacking her. James stands there for a second stunned by the scene, until the woman regroups, flailing her arms and knocking Moira against the wall and to the ground.

He immediately grabs the nearest thing, a wooden tray set up on the nightstand, used to serve breakfast in bed. He uses every ounce of his strength to hit the woman in the face, feeling and hearing a crunch when he does. He hits her again even though she screams bloody murder. Of course, it is then that he sees the woman is no longer as she appeared. Instead, of her beautiful face, he sees a deformed creature, wrinkled skin and black eyes, and hair--her hair--it's alive.

"What the fuck--" James freaks out, backing away, stumbling over the chair behind him. He turns frantic searching for Moira. Once he spots her, he snatches her up from the ground and runs, not caring that she's liable to bite him too. He races back down the hall where they came, knowing the woman is on his heels. He comes to the hallway. It is no longer dark which is a good thing. But now he can fully see what those yellow eyes belonged to, giant snakes.

James turns back, but he sees the woman closing in on them. "Oh did I mention my pets..." she says in an evil voice.