Because of the whole alchemy club sitch we tried talking to Natalie again.

What could just suddenly turn this girl:

[Flashback]

I really hope that it passes over you and I hope it doesn’t touch your face.

Into this girl:

[Flashback]

Anybody wanna do some table dancing?

And it isn’t just Natalie who isn’t herself either.

[Flashback]

You’re tall. I like you.

How long has she been like this?

Oh, don’t get jealous, little nerd— Laura, you know just ‘cause Sarah Jane stole me away from you.

Alright, first, ugh. Secondly, I—

Okay, no. Don’t be mean to my boo. He’s nice. He made me hot chocolate and he’s gonna take me to the party.

Yeah?

Next week.

I mean… That’s not just kidnapping. That’s… I don’t even know. It’s like they’re whole other people.

Danny’s gone to see what she can figure out about the alchemy club guys but…I don’t know.

I mean, I know the alchemy club is into some pretty weird stuff, but there’s a difference between prehensile cheese

and turning coeds into pod people.

Natalie was here on a full scholarship,

and Sarah wrinkly face Jane was a freaking premed prodigy before that swim team party.

I mean,

I know Betty was a party animal but...

Holy crap.

Betty was, wasn’t she?

Or, what if whatever this is was already happening to her before she was even kidnapped?

And what if there’s a way to figure out if she was actually…

[Typing]

[Groan]

Mmm… Mm… Morning.

It’s 5 PM.

What are you still doing here?

Aren’t you usually in the middle of an 18 hour workday?

Wait, are you skipping class?

[Laura grabs a cookie]

I felt sick.

Huh. You do look like crap.

Well, I’ve got a talk I wanna catch on Goethe so,

I’ll be back before Thursday.

[Puts mug of cocoa in front of Laura]

Try not to get all sweaty and delirious before I get back.

Uh, thanks.

[Carmilla leaves]

Well that was...

my cocoa.

Of course it was.

So, after several hours of Facebook stalking, let me reintroduce to you:

Elizabeth Anne Spielsdorf.

High school valedictorian, mayoral page.

Whatever was happening was happening before she even disappeared.

And I didn't have a clue.

God, what the hell is going on here?

[Low rumbling]

Laura, you gotta hide quick.

What?

The dean! The dean is coming.

[The dean enters the doorway]

Uh, hi, miss dean. Can we help you?

I’m here to speak with Miss Karnstein.

Who?

Carmilla.