[image description: cut to close-up of goth maggie seated at the dining table, a freckled redhead with long curly tresses, black eye makeup and lipstick, and a black dress and lacy fingerless gloves, as she pauses in the eating of her lunchmeat sandwich to turn her head and look over her shoulder at malcolm. “for unto us a child is born,” she quotes, “unto us a son is given. it’s the fulfillment of the prophecy. what more explanation do you need?”]
