He didn't have to look for Hannah, Carl could feel her presence the second he stepped inside the cottage. Scanning along the sofa he saw Jane. She was the meddling type and her presence was not a surprise. The old man sat on the end was unknown to him. The other man in the room was not such a mystery. That one had a demon.
The dark, vigorous, man was a stranger, but Carl could guess who he was. His age and his appearance indicated that they were related. This was his father, Patrick. The recognition was mirrored in the other man's eyes. They nodded in acknowledgement.
"Hello Dad."
Patrick smiled and acknowledged the man who looked so much like him. "Nice to meet you. Son."
