Jenny: (crying) I don't understand. It's Mr. Clarke, isn't it? What have I done wrong?
Mr. Clarke: Nothing at all. In fact, you're just what we need, girl.
Baines: She works at the school. And whatever's happening seems to be centred around that establishment. The faintest of traces but they all lead back there.
Jenny: It's Bains isn't it? This isn't very funny Sir (weeping).
Baines: SHUT UP STOP TALKING CEASE AND DESIST THERE'S A GOOD GIRL!!! Mother of mine is dying to meet you. And here she is... (shows Jenny a glowing green sphere)
Jenny: (still weeping) Stop mocking me Sir!
Baines: NO! Mother of mine just needs a shape. We go through shapes so very fast. Yours is perfectly adequate, if a little grim. Mother of mine, embrace her!
(a green cloud exits the sphere and enters Jenny).