<em>Tegan, no, it was an old book, and it was not even mine. Its ok, we can fix this, but we must gather all the pages as fast as we can.  Tegan, take a breath, look at me, we are fine, and we can get rid of the book, I will erase all the dangerous knowledge and no one will be the wiser. It will be no different than any hundred books supposedly about the occult when we are done. </em><br/><br/>He gave her a reassuring hug and looked to her, nodding as he spoke, there was no trace of anger or fear, just a certainty of what they must do. He moved from her, sitting down in the middle of the room and gathered up the old jacket of the book. Even as he took the old tome the Jacket began to repair itself, the leather grew more supple and many years of wear were erased as he sat there holding the sleeve open.<br/><br/><em>Do you have something to use as glue, I can make it match what was once here, what was originally used to bind the pages, We can do this together, with both our hands it will be short work.</em><br/><br/>He smiled to her, again, wanting to reassure her that there was nothing to fear at this time.<br/>