He growls under his breath, staring at the creature taking residence in his best friend's form. How could this have happened again? Easily he shoves the hand off his shoulder, grateful that his own physical strength would always be greater than that of the voided trickster. "You know the answers to those questions so tell me what you want."

             "What do you want." 

     [ But it was already too late. He heard the line falter and       he immediately closed the phone, shoving it into his pocket       in order to reach out and grab his jacket, throwing it over       his body to rush out the door and get on his motorcycle. He       needed to get to his house pronto. ]

    "What do you....what do you mean?"