He raced through the park, knowing that it was late by the subtle but distinct lightening of the pre-dawn air. He berated himself for stopping for a quick bite of Indian, but his addiction for curry overwhelmed his weak resolve. He’d lingered too long over his meal and he was beginning to sweat as he sped to his home. The sun was just peeking over the horizon as he found his home, grateful for his escape, when he spied Matt and Charlie standing at the entrance, their arms ladened with silver holy symbols, wooden stakes and jars of holy water.