Rachel closed the doors behind Brooke with a wave of her hand. "I'm a little tired but otherwise fine, Ms. Wyngarde. What brings you to my office?"

She rubbed the side of her neck as she concentrated. Using fine control of her telekinesis, she plucked every particle of demonic whatever from her body. It hung before her like a dark, dusty doppelganger until she condensed it into a ball and tossed it into the trash bag lined bin by her desk.

"Next time demons invade this dimension, I'll let them get to you so you can see them."