Melanie wakes up hungry, a howling emptiness in her stomach and her jaw snapping mindlessly at the air. Oh no. Oh no. Even though the flat is empty, she bolts out of bed and toward the bathroom. Aziraphale's sudden arrival only spurns her to greater speed; she can't be near him, it's not safe, she's not safe. And she doesn't want him to see her like this.

She still feels a stab of guilt when she slams the door in his face, but what choice does she have? She sinks to the floor with her back against the door, trying to press her jaw shut with her hands. Her throat spasms painfully, and she lets out a quiet, involuntary whimper.