Henry looked to Frankie, and with a heavy sigh he repeated what the Doc had told him. "Sadly, that doesn't tell us much, except that it might be a sorcerer.

"This doesn't sound good...how are would we fight a sorcerer anyway? If it has been haunted for years then that sorcerer must be very old, and probably powerful too. At least, more powerful than we are.

"I don't know what to do...do you?"

Frankie shrugged casually. Truth be told, the ex-drifter was more than a little relieved that it was 'just' a sorcerer. "At least it isn't an invisible monster intent on eating our hearts, again."

His arms crossed, and he stopped to think for a moment about things. "Well... if it's been there long enough for all these ghost stories to pop up about it... I don't know if it's human. I guess we'll just have to go there and see what it is..." A look of concentration crosses his face as he thinks back on what Gabriella had told him. "Apparently the thing only came out at night... so I think we can assume that it, like the other creature, doesn't particularily enjoy light. I say we go and investigate during the day... search the house completely and send Tommy in any dark places first... he's big, so he might survive being smacked around a bit. Besides, his caustic personality annoys me." A chuckle escaped Frankie's lips at his last comment and then he headed toward the door to the room, so that he could rejoin the others, "Well, let's go see what everyone else has to say."

He sighed. "You really don't like that guy, do you?" He wasn't surprised...in fact, part of him wanted to follow that plan. However, the better part of him could not let people fall into danger they do not know off.

"We might as well tell them what's happening before we go," he said, following the other man. "If they decide to follow, they only have themselves to blame. If they decide to go, and tell people about it later on, then we'll simply say that that was a test to see if they were tough enough to be one of investigators, and that they had failed."

Frankie shook his head as he walked. "You go ahead and tell them... they'll just think you're insane until they see something for themselves... would YOU have believed there was an invisible monster eating hearts before we saw David get killed? ...I know I wouldn't have."

"I didn't...part of me still doesn't believe it; that we're all together in one big nightmare that we'll eventually wake up from. I imagine that I'm still in the hotel, and I haven't gotten up yet; then it'll turn out that what was at the house was nothing more than a raccoon or something. Later, some of us will flirt with Clara, get rejected (except for me, of course), and go out to a bar before we go back to our normal homes and normal lives.

"However...that's not going to happen. We're now caught up in a current that's so fast that we can't escape. I have accepted that, but now I want to give these people a chance that we all willingly passed; an oppourtunity to walk away before this engulfs them.

"Heh...sounds sort of corny coming from someone like me, doesn't it? I just don't want to be the one to blame when something bad happens. What about you?"

Frankie stopped and turned around to look at him, with one eyebrow raised and a look of complete incredulousness (I can make up words!) on his face, before breaking into a chuckle. It was odd to laugh when they were talking about something as serious as that, with only a month behind it... but his speech just struck Frankie as hillarious. "Sort of corny? That's, quite possibly, the corniest thing I've ever heard someone say."

He shook his head at the man and stopped for a moment before answering. "Well... I don't think warning them will do any good, and I'm not responsible for them. Like I said... you can do what you want, but I still say we just put that Tommy character on point if there's any dark rooms."

(OOC: And thus we see Frankie's irresponsible and somewhat childish nature, which lead him, in part, to being a drifter. "It's not my fault if they get eaten... even if I don't tell them about it. I'm only responsible for me, and that's it.")

Trailing behind the two of them, Tommy raised an eyebrow as he heard his name being mentioned, but thought little of it.

After all, ghosts, demons, monsters... just things to scare children with. Gabe was dead, and by God he was going to find out who did it. And once he did...

Tommy grinned as he smacked a fist into the other.

"Oh, yes... you'll regret that..."

He sighed, shaking his head at the older man's response. "Let's just gather everyone together in the lobby...then will be the time to decide what to do."

ooc-I just realized that Henry is a lot bossier than I had first planned. Of course, that's when noone else announces their intentions to lead.

Frankie nodded. "Alright then... I'll just head to the lobby now." The man then left Henry standing there and headed down to the lobby, as he promised, to wait for everyone else, effectively leaving the 'gathering' up to Henry. While he waited he picked out one of his books and began to read it, albeit half-heartedly. He was really wondering what the sorceror in that house could be, and whether or not it was in the basement as Henry had suggested.

With nothing better to do, Tommy decided to follow Frankie down to the lobby. He shook the suitcase he carried, smiling inwardly as he felt the weight of the Thompson shift inside.