--as Mr.Doyle referred to it. I admit the reference escapes me. I've never been a great fan of American movies or television.
Evan has been awake most of the day. He seems to be healing rapidly.
So far, he is satisfied with the explanation that Cara is missing,
and that I and my acquaintances in Sunnydale, as well as the police--are searching for her and Savannah.
It wasn't quite a lie. LAPD will still be trying to uncover his whereabouts, and those of his sister. I didn't say which police organization I was referring to.
(firewalled entry against the "Scooby Gang", Angel, and any members of the Watchers' Council)
He remembers.
I had to decide. I feared if I didn't play Savannah's game, she would simply murder them both-- and Cara was the younger...I couldn't think what to do--
and that damned, ravening bitch Turned her anyway, just to spite
me.
I believe Evan understands, now, why I indicated him. Or thinks that
he does.
I need to speak to Giles and Angel soon.
Whatever I can do to make this right, I will...but...I don't know
where to go from here.