[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

After Cason left and went back to the porch, Esme climbed back onto the hood of her car and laid back staring up at the stars above. She breathed in the cool night air as she tried to get her mind to clear. As she laid there, she thought about what had gone on during the day, but mostly about all the singing going on. She was still trying to figure out what could get a group of people to sing to each other and express deeply hidden feelings. Frustration soon took over her. She ran her hands through her hair, then down her face. She sat up and slid off the hood of her car and walked to the trunk. 

Pulling her keys from her pocket, she unlocked it and opened it. Moving things around, she lifted the piece that hid all her weapons from view, then pulled her gun from her pants. She held it out in front of her in the palm of her right hand, then brushed the wolf carved on it with her left, sighing heavily. She then released the clip and reloaded it. She still hadn’t done that from when they were overrun with the demons. When she had finished, she tucked her gun back into the back of her pants and pulled her shirt down over it. Closing the trunk, she walked around the car to the passenger side door and opened it. 

She then opened the glove box and pulled out a journal. Closing the glove box and the car door, she went back and sat on the hood of her car. Esme looked down at the journal, squeezing it as she closed her eyes with a heavy sigh. She hadn’t pulled it out and looked at it in a long time. Opening her eyes, she opened the journal and scanned the pages to see if she could find anything that would help them out of this situation. She hoped her parents' journal would describe a case that was similar to what they were going through, whether they had experienced it or knew someone that had. 

“Vampires. Werewolves. Skinwalkers. Hellhounds. Demons. Shapeshifters. Changelings. Wendigos.” she read the names of creatures as she flipped through the pages. “Come on, there has to be something in here that can help.” she mumbled. Esme continued to flip through the pages of the journal, hoping to find at least a little piece of information that would lead them in the right direction.