chapter thirty-seven youve seen the news ? you want security , buster , you 're looking at security . he had a beer in his hand . he went down the stairs and opened a small slot in his wooden door . several voices said at the same time . `` well , when i hit him with my baseball bat , that demon crushed it like a tin can . '' there was little use in trying to cover the pouch with his hand . she asked , when will we return ? `` how did they get to them ? '' 