"I dunno," Fletch mutters, grabbing the bag of ice and dropping it on his face. "Near the park. I'm pretty sure it was a demon but I didn't really have a chance to look."

After a few seconds of face-freezing, he removes the bag and takes a sip of water. "Someone in this city is after me. Whatever happened tonight wasn't random. The only reason I'm here is because I think the demon responsible for my parents' murder is hidin' out somewhere in this city, and... I think tonight confirms that. Or else someone just decided they really don't like me."

If only.

"We might have to move," he continues, wincing as he sits up a little straighter so he can press a towel to his side. "Or you might have to, rather. I don't wanna drag you into this. But I might be jumpin' to conclusions... I dunno. Do we have aspirin?"