By now, Soulchaser had drank the entire coffee pot without sugar or creamer. The
stuff was good, and he was still hungry, so he opened the Door to the refridgerator.
Scanning the contents of the icebox, his eyes came to rest on an uncooked, 16 Oz
porter house steak. "Just like mom used to make," he muttered as he grabbed it and
took it out of it's celephane.
Not even bothering to cook it, Soulchaser dug right in, tearing off a piece of it and
relishing the taste as the raw red meat as it slid down his throat. His enjoyment was
short lived, however, as he felt several souls nearby make a descent to hell. His
eyes flashed red. he Had to stop the Hunter.
He threw the meat into the sink and walked out of the Kitchen.
"Walker!" he called out. "We have a few problems."
