'Ok, so the demon doesn't mind salt with his possessions then... Back to the holy water we go...' he tossed the cartridge aside, it wouldn't be much use now and by the looks of it the old man had given him a rather considerable supply of the things considering he seemed also to insist that the thing he would be hunting would be beyond such things. Perhaps he packed them just in case Daniel fancied taking a day trip to hell to play with some of the demonic legions. Either that, or set up a holy duck shoot event at the local fun fare...<br/><br/>The sight of the furniture returning abruptly to the ceiling above them was not a good sign, he decided - a sign that the normality that the girl had slowly been trying to return to the situation had suddenly taken a rather abrupt turn for worse. 'I'm not going anywhere Michelle - I said I'd help you and I'm going to... Somehow...'<br/><br/>Daniel winced at the sound of crackling joints, watching helplessly as the girls body moved into a rather uncomfortable looking and no doubt painful position.<br/><br/>'Ok, so who do I have the displeasure of talking to now?' he asked as he readied the holy water.