Lorraine jiggled the doorknob frantically. "Ed!"

   "It won't open!" he yelled, after trying it from the other end.

   The psychic could hear sloshing footsteps behind her. "Let me try," a voice said, and she stepped back, unsure of Vick's attempts.

   She could feel everything that Ed was feeling: fear, sorrow, dread. "We need to break it down!" she shouted, "break it!" and the other man ran to find something to break the door down with. Lorraine pulled the knob again.

   "Ed, Hon, wait right there," she told him.

   He slammed a his palm against the door. "I can't wait. I'm going on ahead," he responded, rushing away from the wooden door.

   "No, Ed, don't! Don't! You can't fight this alone," she persisted, trying to keep him within reach.

   He glanced behind him, wondering if he was already too late. "She needs our help," he pleaded through the door.

   "Ed, please, please, just wait for me. Please wait for me," her voice was thick with worry. She could feel a lump forming in her throat. Lorraine leaned against the doorframe, yearning for her husband's touch. I have to know that you'll be okay, she wanted to say.

   "I can't lose you," she cried. "I'm so scared."

   Ed's heart was bleeding. "I know," he paused, then continued without thought. "Me too. But I have to help her," he pressed.

   "But what about my vision?"

   He gulped. "I know I made a promise to you, Hon...but I have to do this," he muttered, shaking his head. "I love you, Lorraine."

   She screamed. Ed walked away from the door, cursing her premonitions. I'm sorry, Lorraine. I'm so, so sorry. He could hear Janet's screams already; he prayed that he wasn't too late. He broke through the floor in an attempt to get to the girl, pulling himself up through the splintered wood. One of the pipes broke, spraying him in the face, and he howled in pain.

   It took an axe through the door before Lorraine could get through.

   Ed could hardly see his hands. He called out to Janet. There was music ringing in the air. He followed it blindly. It stopped. Ed felt around in the dark for something, anything to help him know where he was going. Eventually, he made it into a room where a TV was flickering. "Help!" he heard her call.

   Lorraine stood in the rain, realizing that she didn't yet know the spirit's name. "I asked you," she muttered. "you told me. And I wrote it down!" she ran back around the building and to the car, where her suitcase was. "I need my Bible," was all she could muster when they asked her what was happening.

   "Valak."

   Lightning struck, and Lorraine turned to see that the tree in front of the family's house had broken. It's point was as sharp as the spear she'd seen in her vision. Her brain screamed for her to move. Ed was in danger. I have to find him.

   Lorraine slipped through the splintered door, ignoring Vick. "Ed!"

   She arrived to see his hand latched to the drapes with half of his body hanging out of the busted window. "Ed!" she wanted to go to him and pull him up out of the window; something stopped her.

   It stood in the corner, it's eyes glowing yellow with rage. Ed called her name- the drapes were ripping-- and she dashed after him, pushing her fears aside. If he died, she'd die with him. The thing called Valak growled at her. It was insulted by her insolence; her refusal to acknowledge it only angered it further. She was slammed against the wall before she could blink. It's cold, foul-smelling breath rushed into her lungs.

   "Your name gives me dominion over you, demon," she yelled at it. "You are Valak!" she cried, condemning it back from where it came. It's face crumbled before her; she feared it no more. The blackness of night swallowed it up, and Ed began to fall.

   Released from it's dark power, his wife ran to him, screaming his name. Lorraine used everything she had to pull him up. "Ed, are you okay?"

   Ed, Lorraine, and Janet had survived. An ambulance was called to check over everyone's wounds; Ed and Janet had a few scratches and bruises, Lorraine, a few broken ribs. A stabbing pain followed her when she tried to breath, but she didn't care.

   "You saved her," she'd said, sitting on the back of the ambulance a half hour later.

   He shook his head as he spoke, "No, you saved us," he replied, smiling proudly at his wife. "Didn't I tell you it wasn't meant to be?"

   "You believed in me," she laid her head on his chest. "Couldn't have don't it without you."

   The Hodgsons gave their thanks to Ed and Lorraine. She was surprised, when, after Janet had thanked Ed for his help, Ed pulled the cross he was wearing from around his neck.

   He'd worn it for as long as Lorraine could remember. When they met, he was wearing it. When he fell and broke his leg, the cross remained around his neck. She had watched it swing back and forth against his chest during the birth of their child.

   "You know, this has kept me safe since I was a kid. I want you to have it," he said, handing it to Janet. "Then, when you grow up, and you find someone who needs it, you give it to them. Deal?"

   "I'm so lucky," little Janet had said. She glanced up at Lorraine gratefully. "You said one person can change everything-- but I've got two," she spoke, looking back at Ed again.

   Lorraine cast a glance back at the house as another feeling hit her. It was that of another premonition, telling her that the house would be safe for all eternity, that the family would never be touched again.

   Judy was staying with Mrs. Moran when the couple arrived home. The house was comfortably silent. Ed was busy unpacking the items, carefully taking out one of the many trinkets that had gone haywire during their stay. As he started to work, the words of Elvis rang in his ears. His brow furrowed. Lorraine.

   The sounds of a popping vinyl continued as he made his way through the house. Turning the corner, his eyes met those of his wife, who's charming smile set fire to his heart. She extended a graceful hand to him, and he took it, holding her close as the song began.

   She chuckled as he muttered sweet words into her ears. For the first time in a long time, everything felt right with the world.