Taking Daemon's advice to heart, Saetan had retrieved the flashlight from under the pillow when the lights had gone out. Then without turning it on, he'd gotten a coat from the wardrobe mostly by feel. Coats had pockets and were made of sturdier cloth than these soft, gray garments.

More by instinct than from hearing anything specific, he sensed Daemon was outside and opened the door. Not too quickly he hoped when he saw the knuckles poised to rap against it. "Thank you for coming so quickly," he said in a low voice. At the last minute he went back to pull the journal and a few pens out of the desk and put them in his coat pocket. "I believe I'm ready now."