Gotta think. I can't believe I had sex. Okay, bombs. Already dead guys with bombs.
"This is... so not my house." Xander Harris stands on a sidewalk in Chicago with an axe in his hand and talks to himself. "It's not Sunnydale either. There are too many... buildings and not enough creatures of the night trying to kill me."
The axe is a souvenir from earlier that night. The night where he proved to himself, at least, that he's more than the zeppo and more than the doughnut boy. He is not useless. He kicked serious ass without help from anyone. And he had sex. He really had sex. The axe is an important souvenir.
"Okay. Now that the obvious... is out there in the open. I can start doing the thing I should be doing next. So I can figure out where I am and how to get back. I will do that thing now. And that thing would be-" There's no one to give him an answer here.
He was heading home with his head held high, walking in the door with an axe over his shoulder. He could see the darkness of his own home. He could hear his dad snoring on the couch. And then he stepped forward, landed on sidewalk, and miraculously managed to not cut off any of his limbs accidentally. And he had sex. Earlier. Much earlier. There wasn't sex with the axe or anything, because nothing's worth that kind of risk. Besides he's only just met it, and they've been on a sidewalk this whole time.
"Focus. Gotta not freak out and think and do. Doing would be good now." A man walks by him at a distance looking warily in his direction. Xander nods toward him. "Hello, sir, don't fear the man with the axe. I'm- I was just on my way to a.... lumberjack... convention. You wouldn't happen to know where we are-" Xander swings the axe back over his shoulder. "And he... keeps on walking. This is productive and in the realm of doing... things."
The axe is a souvenir from earlier that night. The night where he proved to himself, at least, that he's more than the zeppo and more than the doughnut boy. He is not useless. He kicked serious ass without help from anyone. And he had sex. He really had sex. The axe is an important souvenir.
"Okay. Now that the obvious... is out there in the open. I can start doing the thing I should be doing next. So I can figure out where I am and how to get back. I will do that thing now. And that thing would be-" There's no one to give him an answer here.
He was heading home with his head held high, walking in the door with an axe over his shoulder. He could see the darkness of his own home. He could hear his dad snoring on the couch. And then he stepped forward, landed on sidewalk, and miraculously managed to not cut off any of his limbs accidentally. And he had sex. Earlier. Much earlier. There wasn't sex with the axe or anything, because nothing's worth that kind of risk. Besides he's only just met it, and they've been on a sidewalk this whole time.
"Focus. Gotta not freak out and think and do. Doing would be good now." A man walks by him at a distance looking warily in his direction. Xander nods toward him. "Hello, sir, don't fear the man with the axe. I'm- I was just on my way to a.... lumberjack... convention. You wouldn't happen to know where we are-" Xander swings the axe back over his shoulder. "And he... keeps on walking. This is productive and in the realm of doing... things."