Prologue

"Let's imagine for a moment that Benji's possessed and chasin' you through this damned place because we both know that's what's going to happen, how are you goin' to defend yourself? Appeal to his conscience? Please! You know that's a load of bull. Come on, River, what are you going to to do when he finally corners you? You'll be trapped. The inevitable will have finally arrived and no doubt he'll be armed with a gun, much like this one. There you'll be, pleadin' and protestin', hopin' your Benji will suddenly save you. What's gonna stop him though?" Pope's finger's locked on the trigger. "How's your friendship gonna save you then?" he whispered.