Bentley simply focused on letting whatever images might surface work their way to him. It wasn't long before his eyes rolled back into his head (not that it was obvious, since his eyes were closed) and a vision him him hard. He didn't know if the others could see it, but to him it was as clear as day.

Danny had been waiting for Greg to step through the door and when he did, Danny was ready. He tossed a bucket of questionable liquid at Greg and used the shock to lock Greg in the room while he tried to escape. Danny's frustration at being unable to get through the front door was obvious, but he tried to find other ways to escape, even as Greg freed himself and started towards him. A window shattered and Danny tried to climb through it, but to no avail. Danny was caught at the last minute, his hands and feet bleeding liberally, and he was dragged away-

-a barely conscious Danny rolled over, trying to shift himself away from Greg who was stretched out across his bed in post-coital bliss. Greg's hand reached out to touch Danny's back and a look of pure ecstasy crossed the man's face as Danny simply passed out-

"Incubus-" Bentley hissed, horrified by what he had just seen. "He's an incubus."