"Shit, shit, shit," James mutters to himself, glancing around him as he makes a break for it down the hallway. He figures if her pet snakes are going to attack them, they might as well. It's better than dying at the hands of an evil bitch. He dashes down the hallway as fast as he can, feeling Moira squirming in his arms, he squeezes as tight of a grip as he can, hearing the snakes around them snapping at them as they go by. He doesn't know what to do, or how to kill this woman, but he just runs as far and as fast as he can.

He gives one good glance over his shoulder, and he sees her still, chasing them. As they come back into what he now recognizes as the woman's garden, he dashes behind one of the trees, hiding in the shrubs, hoping they are concealed. He looks down at Moira. "If you have any bright ideas, now would be the time," he tells her even though she can't talk back.