The night had been restless for Evie as her mind wondered replaying everything over. The voice on the tapes, the fact demons were real, seeing one in the flesh getting exorcised, and Lucas. His eyes kept appearing in her dreams, eyes which didn't belong to any time whatsoever. Eyes which saw only hatred and fear towards the face of their owner. Eyes so full of mistrust towards outsiders like her. 

She jolted awake when her phone rang, grabbing it as her eyes glanced at the number. Strange, perhaps someone calling her by mistake. "Hello?" Her voice croaked out as she rubbed her eyes. The voice she didn't recognize at all; a little gruff, serious, and a little older than Lars. It couldn't have been Lucas, he apparently never said anything. "I'm sorry, who is this?"