you know enough to know the way
It's late afternoon when Rupert Giles steps out of the library closest to the Kashtta with a pile of books in his arms. As far as he's concerned, his first day in Chicago has, thus far, been completely successful.
Ten months ago, Giles was in Sunnydale. It was the year 2000.
He's still not exactly sure how it happened-no one ever is, according to his research-but a rift swallowed him in the middle of the night and spat him out in Rome, 2010. He's been adapting ever since to the new technology and the new world itself, so wholly overrun with the supernatural that he hardly knew what to do with himself in the midst of it all. Without Buffy and without his books, he truly felt afraid. And lost.
(His research also told him that all Wanderers feel that way, at first. Unfortunately, that fact wasn't as comforting as he'd have liked it to be.)
It didn't take him long to find his way to London. He settled into a crappy flat with some fellow Wanderers and kept himself busy, as always, with research. Without the constant threat of death, though, he grew restless.
(He was just as surprised.)
And that, dear audience, is how Giles found his way to Chicago. Or why, rather. The how is boring and involves nothing more exciting than a pat-down at the airport.
He glances down at his books to make sure they're stacked in such a way that he won't lose any on his walk back to the Kashtta, and off he goes.
Ten months ago, Giles was in Sunnydale. It was the year 2000.
He's still not exactly sure how it happened-no one ever is, according to his research-but a rift swallowed him in the middle of the night and spat him out in Rome, 2010. He's been adapting ever since to the new technology and the new world itself, so wholly overrun with the supernatural that he hardly knew what to do with himself in the midst of it all. Without Buffy and without his books, he truly felt afraid. And lost.
(His research also told him that all Wanderers feel that way, at first. Unfortunately, that fact wasn't as comforting as he'd have liked it to be.)
It didn't take him long to find his way to London. He settled into a crappy flat with some fellow Wanderers and kept himself busy, as always, with research. Without the constant threat of death, though, he grew restless.
(He was just as surprised.)
And that, dear audience, is how Giles found his way to Chicago. Or why, rather. The how is boring and involves nothing more exciting than a pat-down at the airport.
He glances down at his books to make sure they're stacked in such a way that he won't lose any on his walk back to the Kashtta, and off he goes.