Hanked toured himself around the dining room as Louise made herself more settled. His docile nature was as stern as it was kind. With his hands in hi pockets, Mr. Summers seemed to look at his home as if it was the first time he had ever been inside. Although, his focus stayed on his visitor, out of courteous host-nature; Hank found himself stirred up, and continued to whir around his house as if he was a slow wind current. Dinner seemed to pass over his mind now, with his daughter gone, the mood of the house became much more stable. It was his domain, and these two women were gracing his presence. The teenage angst flatlined in seconds.<br/><br/>Finally finding a place to relax, Hank stopped pacing, resting himself awkwardly a top the backrest of a dining room chair. His seat at the table was on the other side of the room. For the time being, all of his energy was focused on Louise.<br/><br/>"Well, as always, it tends to start at home." Hank had no idea how alarming such a sentence would be. "Now I'm not sure what you're looking for, ghosts, or haunted houses, anything like that. Because, that's not what I'm talking about. A few weeks ago, I was checking on a mole hill in the backyard. It was late, but I hadn't seen it earlier in the day. I figured it must have been brand new. So, I went outside to see if i could kill the mole, bring some peace to my lawn." Hank smiled, a bit disturbed by the normalcy of his life, and covering it up with a happy mask. "I heard a scream, a muffled scream, as if some one had shouted into a pillow. I looked up, and I saw a man being eaten by another man. About two houses away, over the fences, likely in some alley that way." He pointed toward the back of the house, and swallowed, suddenly realizing the gravity of his story. He had mentioned it to Alexandria when it had happened. "It was fast, I shook my head of it, and fell over, shocked. It was one of the more gruesome things I'd ever seen.  I wasn't even that close, and i could hear everything. It was like a nightmare. In fact." His mind switched gears. "I thought i was dreaming for a long time, because when i looked back up to, ya know, clarify what had just happened, they were both gone. I jumped the neighbors fences, found the spot where it had happened, blood on the ground, still warm, no owner, no killer, no one else had heard the sounds."<br/><br/>The room finally took a breathe. Hank chuckled a bit. "I had plenty of sleep, hadn't been drinking... well, hadn't had much. I've read about similar things in the news, before and since, but right here in my backyard. It's starting to concern me. I see blood on Buffy's clothes sometimes, she's never hurt. I mean, she's obviously not hurting anybody, how could she?" He joked, totally unaware of the truth.