He wouldn't admit it but he was looking forward to the soup. He accepted the pills and the water and knocked them back, then rolled his head as the wind howled outside and rattled the windows.

"Christ. It's really coming down."

He wasn't sure if he felt better or worse that Whitley agreed with him. There was something to be said about them having less of a foothold in his life, but he would also like it if they knew what the bloody hell was going on so at least someone could put a stop to it.

"Manifest any supernatural powers yet? Find any skeletons that didn't belong to you?"