Another day, another damn journey with ghosts and shits. John doesn't wait to greet the old doman who called him for this job. It's 4 in the morning, and he just wants to get this possessed thing out of his way. Seriously, couldn't you get possessed by whatever you got possessed with in a better time? 4 in the morning? What were you even doing? He sighs, lights up a usual cigarette, and kicks your door open, "Alright, let's get this over with." He can ask you questions later, for now, he must get down to business.