[He meant 'home' in a more colloquial sense - an almost poetic one, really, considering they're already talking about monsters. Isn't that the way those stories go? The wolf at the door. The thing that follows you out of the darkness; sometimes because your were careless, sometimes just because it can.

But for now he hears her unspoken question just enough to decisively avoid answering it.]

No. He's been and gone, Miss Hobbs. You have nothing to fear from him anymore. [His voice is hard, but reassuring in his own strange way.] It's been checked; he's thoroughly scrubbed from the system. I promise.