Garrick woke screaming. The same as every night for the past twelve years. He sat up and patted out the little black flames that had singed his bed slightly, "Damn..." He stood up and stretched a bit before stumbling into the bathroom and taking a shower and then drying off. "I need coffee..." Ever since he had discovered coffee he had been somewhat of an addict. "Theres that one coffee shop a few blocks over...I haven't been there yet..." Garrick threw on a wife-beater and his leather coat before going out of his house and taking off for the coffee shop. By the time he got there he was really in need of Coffee and so he stumbled inside slowly and tripped up to cashier, "Black with a touch of mocha please." Suddenly his senses went into over drive, there was a demon in the room but...where.