Rick decided he had to track down wherever this "warlock" was, he couldn't leave her girlfriend like this. After endlessly searching through websites, maps, documents and anything he could get his hands on, he found something. The last place that the warlock was last. Rick immediately copied the directions to where it was, grabbed his keys and his girlfriend who was on the floor, shaking in confusion, and bolted to his door, unknown to where the location actually was, all he knew was the direction.
Rick carefully placed his babyfied girlfriend in the backseat of his car. Rick just realised something. He couldn't do that, he would endanger his girlfriend if he did that. But he didn't have a baby seat either. He had to improvise something. Rick bolted back inside, leaving his girlfriend crying, begging for him to come back. Rick searched for something soft, something that could hold her shape so she wouldn't be pushed through the car window as he drove. There was two throw pillows. He grabbed them and bolted back to his crying girlfriend. Rick carefully placed them in a shape that resembled a baby seat and carefully placed his girlfriend on the throw pillows. Her crying stopped as she laid back on the pillows. Rick put her seat-belt on, trying to make it tight enough so she wouldn't fall out.
He went on the driver's side of the car and started the engine. Rick and his babyfied girlfriend drove and drove, trying to find the exact point where these directions were. Eventually they found it, but it wasn't what they were expecting...
...it was a graveyard.
Rick stepped out and grabbed his girlfriend and started walking inside. They knew what this meant, they knew where the warlock was.
They reached a gravestone. Halton Lackrow. Died 2003. They knew where the warlock was now. Emily started crying loudly, she was now possibly stuck like this forever.
It started to rain...
Rain and rain...