Chryssie looked at him with surprise in her eyes. "What in the universe are the seven trials of hell?" She could say the exact same thing about him. He had been evaluated from a druggie to a satanic druggie. All she could think was this is why you don't talk to strangers you meet in the dark on the fourth of July. They always end up being some sort of weird ass...And the guy disappeared into a puff of smoke. Coughing, she waved the smoke from her face and stared at where Devin at been. Okay. Maybe he wasn't as nuts as he appeared to be. He was certainly good at magic.<br/><br/>Giving her statement to the police, she shook her head at the offer of a ride home. It really wasn't that far and she could walk. Besides, he didn't know where she lived as she pointed out. She was perfectly safe from him. Hell, she doubted she would ever see him again. She didn't know yet how wrong she was. But she soon would be as she walked home. In only a few minutes, she was sticking her key in the door and pushing it open.<br/><br/>Shutting it and locking it, she dropped her keys on the table, locked the door,  and proceeded to move and switch on the light in the living room. As soon as she caught sight of Devin, she let out a high pitched scream and ran for the kitchen. "Stalker! How in the hell did you know where I live!" She skidded to a stop, though it wasn't soon enough and she ran into the fridge. Letting out a hiss, she turned to the living room and continued to holler at him. It had completely left her mind to call the police again or even make a run for the front door again. Something was nibbling at the back of her mind. Something she saw in that split second when she spotted him on her couch. Something....Something important.<br/><br/>He had said he had a wound. Why did that come to mind now? He had spirited out of there like it was nothing and...Wait. She had it and she all but groaned out loud. She had caught a glimpse of clothing as she ran and she knew right away it wasn't her shirt. So great. She had a half naked for sure, hot, probably crazy guy who may or may not be stalking her sitting on her couch. Great. Just what was she suppose to do with that?<br/><br/>"What do you want? Why are you here? If you don't answer in a minute, I'm calling the cops again!" It was an empty threat as she knew she couldn't fight and she was also pretty sure he would do his vanishing trick again. But maybe he didn't know that. Maybe.