﻿<strong>Caleb Hatcher -- One More for a Full House</strong><br/><br/>Hatcher looked up from the laptop scree at the sound of tapping on the glass door of the bus, and peered out the window to see his newest investigator. Female, young, brown hair -- it had to be Miss Graham. Or was it Grant? He shook his head absently and rose to open the door, the driver seeming permanently indisposed, and stepped back to allow the young lady room to board.<br/><br/>"Welcome, Miss...Graham, isn't it? I'm very glad you could make it. Please, come in. As I've already explained to the others, I have some additional equipment to hopefully aid you in your investigation," Hatcher said as he moved toward the back of the bus, the pattering rain masking the sound of his footsteps. He returned with a large box, sat it down on one of the seats and began rummaging through its contents.<br/><br/>"These are your emergency supplies. Two-way multi-channel radio, miniature first-aid kit, high powered flashlight. I know it's not much," he said, looking slightly embarrassed, "but I'm afraid it's all I can offer. And honestly, I don't believe anything else would be much use...in there. Now, one of my secretaries should have already sent you the initial reports on the house and its history, as well as profiles of some of the more recent victims, and I expect you will have already familiarized yourself with what little information I've been able to provide. If you have any questions, I'll answer them to the best of my ability; otherwise..."<br/><br/>Hatcher fell silent for a moment and looked once more through the window, feeling the weight of sending yet another innocent person into the house. But there was really nothing else he could say. She had come of her own volition, and he had tried to make her as aware of the dangers as possible. The rest would be up to her, just as it would be up to the others. He could only hope they could work together and find a way to destroy the immense evil they now faced.<br/><br/>"I'm afraid all I can do now is wish you good luck, miss, and may Heaven protect you. You should find colleagues already within the house, although I can't say if they'll be any help. They seem good people, though. I hope you'll all find a way to come through this safely." Hatcher extended a hand and looked sadly into Miss Graham's soft brown eyes, then slid into one of the seats and allowed her to move to the exit.<br/><br/>"Good luck..."