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Well, that was not my finest hour, that's for certain. Buffy never showed up at the Magic Box Tuesday night, and I kept researching all night long. Completely wide awake, yet getting more and more confused with each passing hour until I quite convinced that the sleeplessness had been caused by a Gaki named Sahjean sucking all the melatonin and tryptophan out of Sunnydale. And he may well have folded time and killed the sandman, or perhaps I was hallucinating at that point.
In any case, when the sun came up yesterday I determined that I wasn't doing anyone any good. I left a list of potential artifacts for Buffy to look for, with bookmarks in several volumes showing pictures, and went back to the flat. Eva was, if anything, in worse condition, accused me of disapproving of her boyfriend (pointing at Cristoff) and saying she'd kill me if I cut off her trust fund.
I did my best to ignore her as I packed up my bag. I saw any number of violent disturbances driving out of town, and I felt a great deal of relief when I passed the "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign on highway 101. I drove for about an hour and a half, when I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew the Oxnard police were shaking me awake and the car was smashed up against a guard rail. They ran me through the standard tests and administered a breathalizer, but weren't satisfied when it came back negative, so we went off to the police station for a bloodtest. It was really all I could do not to doze off again while I waited for the results to come back. Finally they had to release me, as nobody had been hurt and they could find no traces of illicit substances in my system.
The car was totalled, so I took a cab back to my flat, and fell asleep almost instantly upon getting into bed. I woke half an hour ago. I know I should call Dylan and Connor, but I have no answers for them. Nor for anyone else.
In any case, when the sun came up yesterday I determined that I wasn't doing anyone any good. I left a list of potential artifacts for Buffy to look for, with bookmarks in several volumes showing pictures, and went back to the flat. Eva was, if anything, in worse condition, accused me of disapproving of her boyfriend (pointing at Cristoff) and saying she'd kill me if I cut off her trust fund.
I did my best to ignore her as I packed up my bag. I saw any number of violent disturbances driving out of town, and I felt a great deal of relief when I passed the "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign on highway 101. I drove for about an hour and a half, when I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew the Oxnard police were shaking me awake and the car was smashed up against a guard rail. They ran me through the standard tests and administered a breathalizer, but weren't satisfied when it came back negative, so we went off to the police station for a bloodtest. It was really all I could do not to doze off again while I waited for the results to come back. Finally they had to release me, as nobody had been hurt and they could find no traces of illicit substances in my system.
The car was totalled, so I took a cab back to my flat, and fell asleep almost instantly upon getting into bed. I woke half an hour ago. I know I should call Dylan and Connor, but I have no answers for them. Nor for anyone else.