"Yes I'm fine."Haley said loudly, slowly pulling away her arm.
She stood and seemed a little wobbly.
Terrence reached out and gently took hold of her and guided her over toward the couch.
"Thank you."She said as he helped her sit.

Amos turned to the others.
"The Tartok's down in the basement.We need to arm ourselves and get upstairs.Now."He said.

"I thought you said you were hunting it, not running from it."James demanded.
Amos turned and stared James dead in the eye,"I am.This is my fight, not any of yours.I need to keep you kids safe until dawn, then you can all get out of here.I'm not going to ask or even begin to expect you kids to help me.Again, this is my fight, not any of yours."

"Dawn?Why dawn?"Asked Makaya.
"It only hunts at night, come morning it'll be safe for you to leave."Amos said.
"But w-wha-at about my parents lodge?"Asked Mark.
"I suggest you make up some kind of story that totally discourages them from ever coming here again."Amos responded.
"Wonderful."Mark mumbled staring at the floor.

"Why can't we go now?Or get help?"James asked.
"Because,"Amos said,"with this storm the police won't get here until early in the morning, and you'll never make it on that bike or that snowmobile.You'll stall out and you'll freeze to death before you reach Deadhorse.We have to arm ourselves and stay upstairs until morning.Now, lets have a look at Mark's guns over here."

There were several different firearms that Mark had brought down laying on the table.
A pair of twenty two pistols, a glock 19 pistol, a twelve gauge pump action shotgun, a scoped lever action thirty-thirty rifle, a pair of twenty two pistols, an AR-15 semi-automatic rifle, and a pair of scoped crossbows.
Mark had also brought down several small boxes of ammunition and a quiver arrows for the crossbows.