“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here.” He felt his face twitch and he knew the demon inside was straining towards the surface, hoping to make an appearance whenever it burst through the veil. “But I should probably go. It’s getting drafty out here.” He remembered his weapons, a large knife and a tire iron. He felt better about the tire iron. He set the blade on top of the phone booth and let his face shift into its ridges and crest.