After taking a lengthy shower and following the directions on the shampoo and body wash bottles, Michael stepped out and wiped himself dry with the towel April had left on the sink for him next to the clothes.

When he was dressed Michael headed downstairs to see April. He found her in the kitchen, hovering over her stove.

At the sound of one of his boots scuffing the tile April swung around to see Michael and smiled.

"I'm making spaghetti; I hope you like that. It's too late to make anything else."

"I am sure I will enjoy it," Michael reassured her.

He sat down on one of the chairs next to the dinner table and put his hands on his lap, waiting for his meal, and studying April.

It didn't take long for April to feel Michael's intense stare even though she had her back turned towards him. It gave her goose bumps. She craned her neck to look at Michael.

"Um, do you want to watch TV in the living room?" April motioned to said room.

Michael shook his head. "I don't watch TV. I can wait here."

April sighed and got back to work cutting up the cucumbers in front of her.

"Would you like any help?" Michael asked.

April glanced up in his direction. "No, I'm all set."

She threw the pieces of the cucumber in a bowl and set it on the table. "The spaghetti should be ready in two minutes."

Toby then trotted into view and sniffed the air before settling down at Michael's feet.

"He gets scraps when I make meat," April explained. "He's never developed a begging habit from it so I don't mind. Less trash."

She then spoke to the dog. "No food for you tonight, big boy."

Toby huffed and let his eyes droop. Michael was amused by how much the dog seemed to understand his master. It wasn't often he saw that kind of connection between humans and "their" animals. Angels and animals yes, but otherwise unlikely.

Just as Toby fell asleep April brought the spaghetti to the table and sat down. Following her example, Michael picked up his plate and scooped up some spaghetti from the pot and some sauce before grabbing a couple cucumber slices.

When he took his first bite Michael found the food to be the most pleasurable he'd had so far. It was splendid.

"Mmmm this is wonderful," he commented after swallowing his first bite.

"Really?" April questioned.

"Really."

April seemed to light up a little. "It's my mother's recipe. Never seemed to get it right."

She took her first bite and her eyes widened. "Wow, I think I finally got it right."

Michael and April became quiet as they ate. When they were nearly done though, April spoke up. "So Michael, about this demon after me-what's his name?"

"I do not know," Michael replied. "Does it matter?"

April shrugged. "Just thought maybe I'd heard of him before. I don't know the names of the demons I sent to Hell but I know names from other hunters."

"I do not know," Michael repeated. "Because I don't ask. It wouldn't help in less we wanted to summon him here."

"Wouldn't that be best?" April inquired. "Summon him, exorcize him, and then be on your way?"

"I do not know what this demon is capable of," Michael told her. "It is too much of a risk."

Since I'm human, Michael thought ruefully.

April nodded in understanding as Michael finished his meal and pushed his plate away from himself.

She stood up and grabbed her plate and his on her way to the sink.

"Once I get these dishes cleaned I'll show you to your room," April promised.

It didn't take that long for her to get it done. In six minutes April led him upstairs.

She showed Michael to the room directly across from hers.

"The mattress is a little springy," she admitted.

Michael tested it with his hand before sitting down on the edge of the bed. "It will be fine. Much better than a floor."

April laughed. "Okay then, good night."

"See you in the morning," Michael returned as he gave her a nod.

April shut the room's door tight, and Michael lain down on the bed on his back and waited for sleep to come.

It crept up quickly on him; much faster than the previous night. One second he was awake, and the next dreaming about Heaven.

At least until a scream awakened him in the middle of the night.