"Hush--I've had brushes with far worse, I promise you." Ianto admonishes gently. "Just means I'll be walking you home near dark any time I'm around to do so from now on, I'll not risk your safety. As for the other, ehm..."

Clearing his throat, Ianto gestures for her to wait a moment as he stands, heads over to the librarian to grab one of the books he checked out, then returns to Dahlia's side. Passing her the copy of A Pilgrim In Pumpkin Hollow, he gestures to the page he marked with a scrap of paper.

"There. Flip to that page?...quite worn, careful--that entry there. The description matches what I saw almost perfectly. Massive, pointy, glowing eyes--blood on its breath, that's what I take the reference to the copper smell to be." Ianto continues with a heavy sigh. He can still feel the agony of being torn up...

He can't help the shiver that runs up his spine.