She answers Charlie's look with one of her own, watching him follow Sabrina down the hallway. She doesn't have any kind of anything, no magic or precognition or anything very special at all, but all of a sudden the apartment doesn't feel as cosy as it had even a minute ago.

The popcorn might burn if she leaves it too long, but this is more important. She turns off the burner--with the lid on, there may be enough conserved heat to pop a bit more of it anyway--and leaves the kitchen, following them both to where Salem's wailing in a key she hadn't ever heard before. It settles another hard, sickening stone in the pit of her stomach.

"Sabrina, what is it?"