Well, now she felt about an inch tall. "Oh, Willow, I am so. Sorry," she groaned, rubbing her forehead with her free hand. "We had, uh...kind of a werewolf problem. Have, kind of a werewolf problem. We have it tranquilized and locked up in the basement..."

She trailed off, heaved a sigh and walked over to the mess of tea and broken ceramic mug, cradled the phone against her shoulder to free her hands so that she could start cleaning up. "We figured you'd be the go to witch, since, you know, you dated one?"

She carried the broken shards over to the pantry and tossed them into the trash can, moved to the sink to wash the tea off of her hands. "It uh, it got Annie. We don't know if it--if she was bitten or not. She was pretty mauled. We couldn't tell."