From her position in the bathroom, Mary hides herself and peeks out through the window, barely pushing the curtain aside so she can see but not be seen. Not in this condition.
The young man who had a car accident outside her house is talking to a tow truck driver who must have arrived while Mary was busy becoming a pig. After a few minutes of discussing things, the man climbs into the passenger's side of the truck as the driver hitches the man's car to his truck and tows it away.
Mary breathes a deep sigh of relief, turning away from the window and slumping against the wall. She looks down at herself and groans, dropping her head into her hooflike hands.
"This is a nightmare," she moans, standing up slowly and with a grunt of effort. "I can't be a pig, I can't I can't I can't. I just can't."