'I think I'll pass on the horse - tried some down in, where was it now... somewhere in South America I think, a couple of years ago now and it didn't agree with me at all...'<br/><br/>It was getting dark quickly outside - it'd been early afternoon when he'd gone into the house, but time was often a volatile matter when dealing with the stronger sorts of demons and such.<br/><br/>'People are often a lot stronger than they give themselves credit for. You for example actually managed to keep yourself focused and keep him out of you head for a whole lot longer than most people manage with normal possessions, let alone with what was lurking around inside you earlier.'<br/><br/>He went quiet for a moment as he thought how best to phrase what he was going to say next, knowing there was no easy way to put it. 'The after effects usually manifest themselves after a while, if you are going to suffer from them at all... Irrational fears, nightmares, things like that... I'm sure you'll be fine, but just... don't be afraid to tell me if this all starts to come down on your shoulders, ok?'<br/><br/>A few minutes later they found themselves in the driveway of his house, at which point he cut the ignition and got out - slamming the door behind him to actually make it close before dragging the sports bag back out of the boot and opening the passenger door for Michelle.<br/><br/>'Well here we are, home sweet home' he said as he pulled his keys from his pocket, fumbling with the lock once before opening the houses front door and gesturing for her to step inside. There was a rather modern feel to the house that some would have called minimalistic, others empty - the walls were a plain white, with wooden skirting boards and wooden floorboards.