I smell trouble all around
Wesley was meeting with this strange British lady for tea this afternoon, but I don't see why that made me the only person available to answer the phone when Lorne called. Where was Angel? Or Charles? Not to mention Cordy ... though Angel said something the other day about how Cordy's been acting kinda funny. I should try to visit here tomorrow.
The good news is, Lorne says he knows a couple of psychometrists who could take a look--or would that be feel?--at this mirror-crystal thing. I'm getting skittish about looking at it myself, much as I want to figure out its secrets. But every time I look at it, I find myself seeing ... something.
This time around, I was teaching at Rice, a double Nobel laureate. Happily married with a passel of kids.
Still no Wesley.
I can't believe this thing is trying to tell me there's anyone else in the world I could love as much as him. That's not true. It's just not.
The good news is, Lorne says he knows a couple of psychometrists who could take a look--or would that be feel?--at this mirror-crystal thing. I'm getting skittish about looking at it myself, much as I want to figure out its secrets. But every time I look at it, I find myself seeing ... something.
This time around, I was teaching at Rice, a double Nobel laureate. Happily married with a passel of kids.
Still no Wesley.
I can't believe this thing is trying to tell me there's anyone else in the world I could love as much as him. That's not true. It's just not.