FRIDAY MORNING - 10:16am 12/19/86 The Beast

Caleb's expression is that of a little boy expecting to get a mouth full of soap.

"I'm sorry. I didn't...I mean, when Mike got so angry I sensed a dark presence under the surface. Something filling him with anger and dread. So, when he left in such a hurry, I sent my Messenger to follow him. (beat) I know I should've asked first, but..."

Steve slaps Caleb on the shoulder.

"Quick thinking, kid. Smooth!"

Caleb barely smiles.

"He's at the Public Library. And they're going to hurt him...badly."