“Hey,” Brian exclaimed, suddenly remembering. “What about those demons you mentioned?”

“We’ll discuss that tomorrow, when you have had time to think all of this over,” Davenport replied, handing him a card. “Meet me at this address at 2 PM. Come alone.”

Davenport left walking down the street and hailed a cab. Brian sat there for several minutes after he’d left, wondering if the events from today had all been a dream. But the picture on the table before him was proof that it hadn’t been a dream. This had actually happened. Now all that was left was to decide whether he actually believed it or not. Brian wasn’t sure he wanted to make that decision just yet, or if he was even ready to.

When Brian arrived back home at his apartment, it was past 11 PM. He locked and bolted his door, then nearly fainted when he saw someone walk out of the shadows of his darkened living room.

“You’re home late.” Madeline stood there, smiling.

“What is with you people breaking and entering all the time!”