Falling asleep in front of the television, Averse to cursed verse dreams that she found her target. From the screen that appears in her dream, a head appears to float from the printed list of discussions on the page. It snarls and vomits insults, mouthing "I object to nasty, small-minded, mean-spirited trolls who object to anyone having any discussions they do not approve of.- If that makes me paranoid, oh well" .

With this confirmation that she wasn't imagining things, she shifts in her comfy chair and smiles in her sleep.