Rating: G/K
No Jess. Sorry. Matt had to take center stage, as he is Irish.
Banshee
A smilodon lunged at Matt. He fell, blood seeping out.
He heard an eerie wail as an old hag appeared.
"Banshee…"
She wailed louder.
"Not…my…time…."
He saw Becker fire through the Banshee.
"It's…a spirit… idiot."
The banshee wailed. Becker ignored her and ran to Matt.
"Smilodon?"
"I got it Matt."
The wailing continued.
"Not my time…" But Matt closed his eyes.
"No!" Becker thumped Matt's chest.
Suddenly Matt's eyes opened. The Banshee stopped and looked confused.
"CPR. Sorry," Becker said with a shrug.
The banshee shook her head and faded away.
"Not my time," said Matt with a smile.
