Upon reaching their home, a quaint, old Catholic church near downtown LA, the odd pair made their way inside to settle in for a while. Lucas was still a bit drained, so Father Walter figured he'd be nice and prepare the younger man's "lunch". This consisted of pureed fruits, vegetables, vitamin powder, and a medical grade protein sludge. It smelled about as appetizing as it sounded. Luckily, Lucas didn't have to taste it. 

The priest took the smoothie to Lucas, who had curled up and fallen asleep on the old couch in his 'bedroom'. Lucas woke up just long enough to hook the concoction up to the pump that would deliver it through the tube sticking out of his stomach, then went right back to sleep. 

Father Walter headed off to his study to prepared for the next mass's sermon. He still had some writing to do. He hadn't but just sat down when his phone rang. He picked up to an unfamiliar voice, asking him about Lucas. Not by name, but the description wasn't hard to place. 

"I'm afraid he doesn't much care for public get togethers," The Father tried to explain nicely that his ward would likely have no interest in meeting this man. However, the stranger persisted. "I'll give him the message and have him text back." That was all the priest could promise. 

He got up again and made his way back to Lucas's room. By this time, the younger man had regained most of his energy. He was sitting up on his bed, reading a book from his numerous collection.  
"A man by the name of David Jones called. He wanted to set up a meeting with you; something about how you helped him."

Lucas looked up from his book, his dark eyes settling warily on the priest at this news. His thoughts were pretty clear; he didn't want anything to do with anyone he didn't know. Not if he didn't have to. Father Walter just shrugged. "I just told him I'd let you know. Here's his e-mail if you want to write him back." Father Walter left the man with a slip of paper with the e-mail hand written. Lucas took it and stared at it for a bit.

Curiosity took over. Lucas got up and pulled out the small laptop he'd been given to use for communication. He rarely touched it, except to the send e-mails to Seymour. He opened it up and pulled up the browser to looked up the name of the man who wished to see him. A Facebook profile came up with the picture of a familiar face in the corner. Lucas [i]did[/i] know this man. 

It had been a night several weeks ago. A Hunter had approached him to ask for help dealing with a demon worshiping cult, and Lucas had agreed. He hadn't let Father Walter know about the more dangerous of his outings, out of worry that the priest would try to stop him. This one had been particularly difficult. The first time, in fact, that Lucas had not been able to handle the demon he tried to evict. The cult had summoned the beast into the body of a man they had captured, and by the time Lucas had arrived, it had already possessed him. While the Hunter fought off the cult members, Lucas attempted to exorcise the demon. Once the beast was pulled into Lucas's own body, he found himself unable to defeat it. He had never faced something like this before. He could feel that demon had been weakened, but it had managed to escape. Lucas didn't know where, as he had fallen unconscious soon after the beast had left him. He had awoken the next morning at the hunter's own home before making his way back to the church. The whole experience had left him drained for a couple days. 

He stared at the picture of the man, wondering if meeting him might lead to answers as to where that powerful demon had gotten off to. Lucas decided that it was worth braving the public. He opened up his e-mail and wrote the man back, leaving only "OKAY" written in the message before sending it. 

He then got up and grabbed his scarf to head off to the cafe mentioned.