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Reid pulled up to the motel, parking the car. He'd driven most of the way. Resa had tried to get him to let her drive, but it was his car, and there was no way that he was going to let her crash...er...drive it. He turned off the ignition. "Alright. Time for a semi-decent night's sleep," he said a bit sarcastically. It had been a while since the last time he'd actually gotten a decent rest. The job was like that. Some weeks his sleeping habits mirrored that of a Vampire's. Sleep during the day, and be up all night. 'At least Vampires get to sleep the whole day,' Reid thought. Some days the job was a bit of a drag.

"Wait here. I'll get us rooms," Reid said, and entered the motel's main lobby. He walked up to the desk and rang the bell. The manager came out, looking a little irritated to have to be awake at this hour, but he was nice enough as Reid paid him for two rooms with a credit card he'd taken out under a fake name.

"Thank you, Mr. Everett. Enjoy your stay," the manager said, handing over the card keys. Reid thanked him and left, checking over his shoulder as he returned to the car. It was a habit now. Hunting tended to make one paranoid.

He handed the keys to one of the rooms to Resa. "Night you two," he said to both his sister and Lark. He always had his worries sending Lark with his sister. Reid guessed there was still some part of Resa that refused to trust Lark, but his twin refused to say anything about it to him. Lark was a demon after all, one of the things they'd spent years hunting down and killing. They were evil, why should Lark be an exception?

She was an exception though, Reid knew. He grabbed his backpack from the trunk, leaving it open for the others to get there things. "C'mon James, let's go." Reid found the room number and unlocked the door, pushing it open. He threw the backpack onto one of the two beds and flopped down beside it. For a cheap motel, it wasn't as bad as some. In fact, it was quite cozy. Better than the last one, that was for sure. They were only staying the night though. Tomorrow they'd be off in search of a new job.

Reid stood up and went to turn on the T.V.. He needed some noise in the room, if only to make him less paranoid.

"...advised to take caution and be on the lookout for a man in his mid thirties standing about six feet tall with brown hair," a newswoman said, reporting from in front of a hospital. So much for less paranoid. Reid changed the channel, looking for more details. It had seemed there were several witness reports of an armed man moving through St. Mary's - the local hospital, but security had failed to locate him. It was odd, Reid thought, but probably just some whack job. Nothing paranormal or supernatural there. Reid sighed, laying back on the bed. Something still just didn't feel right. Maybe he wouldn't get any sleep after all.

It didn't take long for James to fall asleep, leaving Reid lying awake and staring at the ceiling. The news report had switched to the local weather, detailing normal fall weather: cool, partially cloudy, with a slight chance of rain. Reid was tired, but he couldn't sleep. It was happening a lot lately. Paranoia perhaps? Job stress, for sure. People thought CEO's, Government officials, and big time surgeons had high anxiety from work. Obviously, they'd never tried Hunting.

That was probably a good thing, though. It was best the world didn't know about the dark things that lay in waiting around each corner, under beds, and deep within dark places. For now, the world was relatively sane, compared to what it could be.

With a resigned sigh, Reid closed his eyes, attempting to sleep, but that peace did not come. Instead, Reid found himself among faint shadows that danced upon the walls, taunting him. They weren’t really moving, Reid was sure, but they seemed to be. Nothing seemed normal anymore. Just another perk of the job: paranoia. Reid was quite the paranoid one. Everyone was a threat, until they had proven themselves otherwise.

Reid sat up again, looking around the room of the motel with wary, tired eyes. Reid needed something to do. James would be out for at least a few hours, which gave him some time. It was still early, and dawn was hours away. Standing up slowly, Reid grabbed a motel key and headed outside, closing the door softly behind him. What were the chances that there was something to hunt in a small town that they had stopped in by chance? They were slim, and extremely so, but the very thought of hunting was enough to take Reid’s mind off of darker subjects.

The air was cool and refreshing, almost a wake up call to Reid’s weary mind. The very feel of being outside at night was enough to make him feel alive again. He walked to the car, grabbing a bag of supplies out of the trunk. It had all the necessary objects and items required for minor, regular tasks such as eliminating ghosts and the typical demon. More complicated than that, and Reid would need help anyway, so the rest of the supplies could remain. Besides, Reid wasn’t looking for trouble, he was just hoping it would find him.

Adjusting the backpack on his shoulders, Reid set off into the night, headed in the direction of St. Mary’s hospital. That wasn’t his destination; he couldn’t hope to reach it, search the area thoroughly, and return before dawn. No. He hoped that if there was something there, it would come his way.