The two girls make it to safety without Harriet having to employ her spatial moat more than once, to hold back a collapsing wall for a few seconds. As they take stock of their surroundings, a pack of hellhounds arrives to defend its turf, and Harriet is forced to detonate one as an example to the others.

"Ugh," she says, brushing embers from her shirt as the remaining dogs flee. "Flaming dog guts, lovely. Glad we grabbed a change of clothes."