Demonic possession was seldom pretty, and it didn't look like this encounter was going to differ in any way - Daniel could feel his own eyes watering as he watched Michelle's eyes beginning to redden, darkening considerably as the blood vessels in her eyes began to pop, leaving her looking like he had on many a Monday morning after a long weekend of drinking - only probably without the taste of vomit in her mouth. For now any way...<br/><br/>'Oh really? That's ok then - you should be a walk over. For a moment there I thought you might be someone important...' Lying was never Daniels strong point, but somehow the sudden realisation of exactly what he was dealing with intermingled with the adrenaline his body released as it slammed down hard on the 'flight or flee' switch, doing its damn best to make sure the flee switch was the only one wired in and working, lead to the words sliding off his tongue before he even had time to think them through properly.<br/><br/>Thankfully, it was the voice of Michelle that addressed him next - meaning that he was at least likely to be able to enjoy the sensation of living for a few moments more at the very least. 'Ok, now I know why everyone was more than a little apprehensive about coming in here to help... We're in trouble Michelle - not just you, not just me, but the whole damn world if we don't do something about this.'<br/><br/>Daniel made a move for the sports bag, sliding the huge bound book the old man had given him out of it and flipping it open as best as he could within both hands - with was rather awkward, as it was quite a big book. He didn't know why he took it out of the bag, why he hoped he would find something within its pages - all he knew was that of the items that were packed inside the sports bag, it was the most likely to contain any way in which to even fend off the unholy might that was, for the time being, quietly simmering within the girl in front of him.