Melissa seemed to be listening, but it was hard to tell just how much was getting through.  Most likely, she had an audio recorder taking notes in the back of her head, like she so often seemed to manage.  Whatever she was doing, she'd remember things later, even if she didn't respond at the moment.  It was hard to tell just how much she'd remember later.<br/><br/>In her mind, panic was turning into an attempt to focus.  She was supposed to be good at this.  She was supposed to be tactical, able to come up with what they had to do.  All she had to do was to shout out what the thing was, which should have been easy.  She played so many video games that she easily recognized a demon.  They were weak against blessed weapons; where could she get a blessed weapon?<br/><br/>Her hands were supposed to be getting off the couch now.  She should be moving towards the silverware drawer.  Why wasn't she?  Was she under some spell?  Did she forget how to walk?  She just couldn't stop trembling, staring at the not one creature but creatures there according to what someone had said.  The man was something too, and she didn't know what.<br/><br/>Tears started to sneak their way down her face as desperate panic refused to free her from her paralysis.  What was she going to do?  The demons were going to drink their souls and she just couldn't bring herself to do anything.  She didn't want to die.