She nodded and followed him into the garage, dropping the knapsack she'd brought. It tinkled, but she doubted that he'd recognize the sound as dog tags on a dog collar.

In the garage, the scents stopped overwhelming her and she was able to filter them a bit more. That was when she really noticed the change in Michael's scent. At first, she put it down to angels living in the house, but there was something... different about it. Magic, to be sure, but something else... fire, pain, snow... not things that she associated with him.

She shrugged off her coat, and rolled up her sleeves. "Alright, walk me through it." Mercy said.