Michelle kept a close eye on the newcomer while he rambled on. She blotted her face and continued to breathe deeply, letting her pulse slow as she recovered from her exertions. Her left hand was never far from the handgun holstered in the small of her back.
His story was preposterous though he told it well, his words smooth and practiced. Clearly he had told this tale many times before. Michelle was even inclined to accept that he believed it. But it was clearly absurd.
Books of evil magic. Incantations that summoned demons without any intent, even just from recordings. Demons and demonic possession. Reanimated corpses, or pieces thereof. It was absurd.
It only got more absurd as he went on. He summoned a vortex, using the book, which banished the evil--but dropped him into the Middle Ages.
"Okay, hold on," Michelle said. "The Middle Ages? Seriously?"
"What? You think I'm making this up? Don't answer that...." And he was off again, on his adventures in the past, dealing with the book again. More demons, including duplicates of himself no less, and an army of the undead. Which he, valiantly, defeated.
"Yeah," Michelle said slowly. He definitely seemed a couple of cans short of a six-pack. But he didn't seem to be a threat to her, not at the moment anyhow. "Look, this has been...fun, but I have things to do, so--"