• Sam's POV:
    "Girl, you got some real strength!" the unter called from behind me,
    "Thank you!" I called, "So do you, though. Listen, could you do me a favor? We've been fighting for twelve hours so could we take a rest?" I scratched at a burn mark on my chest from his torch gun, "My burn mark's starting to itch."
    "Listen, I was thinking about maybe lettin' ya' go. I mean, this guy trusts you, so why shouldn't I?" I nodded and shook his hand. He was telling the truth, I could tell,
    "Sir, would you like to travel with us?" Jason asked. WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING? "I mean, we could use your protection." Oh. WHAT MADE HIM THINK HE COULD PROTECT US BETTER THAN I COULD?
    We found out later he was named Harvey, poor guy. He was actually really funny, he had a LOT of stories, and they were ALL entertaining. But, finally, against my will, I fell asleep. I dreamed about my parents telling me to kill Jason, the letter had probably gotten to them by now.
    Jason's POV:
    I asked the dude if he wanted to travel with us, not because I wanted his protection, but because I thought that he was a little like Sam, and that maybe I could hook them up. I mean, c'mon. I'm not cupid, but I'm quite the match maker! And, now he was leaning against a tree smoking a cigarette while Sam sat there, sleeping right next to him,
    "Oi! Jason," Harvey whispered, "you love this girl er somethin?" he asked. I shook my head,
    "Nah, I dunno, I like her, but I wouldn't say love." I shrugged, "We've only been out here for about five weeks."
    "She's pretty cool, huh?" his accent caught me off guard,
    "Dude, where the hell are you from?"
    "I got it from my dad, he doesn't tell me where e's from," he said, "mum say's e's my demon half." he took another puff and put it away,
    "What grade are 'ou in anyway?" he asked,
    "We're actually in college together. I guess I could drive, but I'm too broke to afford a car." I mumbled.

    Harvey's POV:
    Man, that Sam girl was... different from the other demons I'd captured. She was more like me, less like my father. When she slept she mumbled things that were actually a little disturbing,
    "Why," she asked someone in her dream, "why should I kill him, why WOULD..." she continued turning over.
    "Who was she supposed to kill?" I asked Jason, incase he knew,
    "Me. But, instead she's saving me. Didn't I tell you?" I nodded and took another puff out of my cigarette,
    "She sure feels strongly for ya', huh?"
    "No. Not any more any way, she used to, but I guess I was too mean to her." Sam turned again, "Wha, what are you... talkin..."
    "She sure is an active sleeper," I observed.
    "She is. I find it... cute." Jason muttered, "God I'm such a d**k!"
    "Whoa! Chill man, I'm sure it's not that bad!"