At least that's what the past few days have felt like. I've been spending my time trying to do research. Unfortunately, this has been greatly impeded by my having to thwart "escape attempts" by a few of our more
paranoid amnesiacs.
Mr. Giles tried to explain to the girls what it means to be a Slayer. Yeah, I knew that wasn't going to go over real well. Now they pretty much all think he's crazy.
I've been contacting local magick shops in an attempt to determine if anyone's been stocking up on the necesary ingredients for the memory spells Mr. Giles thinks may be responsible for all of this. None of them have made any sizable sales of these ingredients in the last several months, however, one of the shopkeepers suggested that I try talking to the owners of local ethnic grocery stores as they would be more likely to sell the herbs and such in bulk.
So, that's my next project, providing I don't have to stop to go prevent someone from climbing out the fire-escape again. I'm becomming rather tempted to just lock them all in the basement, but I'm still hoping it won't come to that. Still, it's an option.