Luke called Miss R before work the next afternoon and lied about being sick to avoid going in. She was surprisingly understanding about it, and time stretched torturously long as he hid at home. In a wave of insanity, he even considered going to evening service just to have something to pass the time.
The next day, Rob knocked on his door and told him that they were going on another hunt.
Luke didn't want to go; he'd woken up from a nightmare of him looking down and seeing himself in a gray shirt soaked through with blood, and the last thing he wanted was to see another dead person. But spinning around in his head wasn't getting him anywhere, and he had to do something.
So, he went downstairs and loaded into the van with the other three.
"We're still after the one from the attic," John said, tone determined, as he started to drive.
Luke nodded, looking out the window.