Dylan did as he was told. Stepping inside the house had been like waling into a whole different world. As if seeing Eddie confront a demon, tear its guts out, and then being dragged from his life hadn't been enough. Rolling his eyes, the young man plopped down on the very red couch. He flung an arm over his eyes, and listened. Hard boots struck the floor in an unmistakable way. Definitely, the other man was leaving. Well it sounded more like Eddie was running away.

What did he know about the man? Dylan ran through the list. Eddie was a Messenger. A hunter of demons, and a grouch. There was a sense of constant purpose about him, like he always needed to be doing something. He had plans and goals. There were things he just couldn't stand. Being kept from his goals was obviously one of them, something Dylan had found out about quick as anything else. Now, all Dylan needed to do was to figure out how the two of them could get along without murdering each other.