Deacon stops dead at the gate of the graveyard and turns back to the old crone. His brow knit together and he turned back, walking toward her. "Rules? What are you talking about, rules? What rules? Is this some kind of game to you?" As he gets closer he takes a good long look at the old woman. Did he know her? Was she familiar?<br/><br/>"You saw our shrink a long time ago. How long? You aren't being very helpful. Scott and I don't like unhelpful people. Please be more helpful..."