we're either greeted by life or its reverse
It takes Charles Gunn very little time to figure out that this is not LA.
First of all, it's pretty damn chilly out. Second, he doesn't recognize any of his surroundings - which, considering he spent all his life in LA, is a rare situation.
Most importantly, the car he was just in, along with all of his friends, heading back to LA from some crazyass demon dimension where people were treated like cattle - all of that's gone.
Which doesn't stop Gunn from speaking aloud, anyway, as he makes his way through some park or other - which locals and wanderers may recognize as Grant Park - because, hey? Portals to other dimensions? He just did that. Sometimes people get separated.
"Uh, guys?" Gunn asks the empty night. "Wes? Angel? Anyone?"
He's getting the feeling he's a little more cut off from his friends that he originally guessed. He hopes, silently but heartily, that wherever he's landed himself isn't also ruled by demons - or, at the very least, that it's advanced a bit past the age of chivalry.
First of all, it's pretty damn chilly out. Second, he doesn't recognize any of his surroundings - which, considering he spent all his life in LA, is a rare situation.
Most importantly, the car he was just in, along with all of his friends, heading back to LA from some crazyass demon dimension where people were treated like cattle - all of that's gone.
Which doesn't stop Gunn from speaking aloud, anyway, as he makes his way through some park or other - which locals and wanderers may recognize as Grant Park - because, hey? Portals to other dimensions? He just did that. Sometimes people get separated.
"Uh, guys?" Gunn asks the empty night. "Wes? Angel? Anyone?"
He's getting the feeling he's a little more cut off from his friends that he originally guessed. He hopes, silently but heartily, that wherever he's landed himself isn't also ruled by demons - or, at the very least, that it's advanced a bit past the age of chivalry.