“Lunch. Right,” Giles mumbled as his eyes fluttered shut. He didn’t know if Fred said anything else since he fell into a deep sleep. When he awoke again, it was early evening and the sun had started to set. Glancing at Fred, he saw she was still sleeping so he carefully slipped out of the bed, picked up his mobile, and dressed.
He went out to the back garden, his shoes getting wet from the recent rain. Opening his mobile, he dialed a familiar number. “Alan? This is Rupert, I have a job for you. There’s a bloke by the name of Professor Siedel. He teaches at UCLA in Los Angeles. I need to speak to him. Could you have him in London by Wednesday?” Giles grinned. “Also, bring your friend with you… the one that likes to tear things apart. I’ll call you Tuesday evening and tell you where to bring him.”
Giles rang off and went back into the house. He found his way to the kitchen and made the promised soup and sandwiches. Placing them, along with some tea, on a tray, he carried it to the bedroom and sat the tray on the dresser. “Fred, love, would you like to eat or do you want to sleep more?” he asked as he softly shook her shoulder.
He went out to the back garden, his shoes getting wet from the recent rain. Opening his mobile, he dialed a familiar number. “Alan? This is Rupert, I have a job for you. There’s a bloke by the name of Professor Siedel. He teaches at UCLA in Los Angeles. I need to speak to him. Could you have him in London by Wednesday?” Giles grinned. “Also, bring your friend with you… the one that likes to tear things apart. I’ll call you Tuesday evening and tell you where to bring him.”
Giles rang off and went back into the house. He found his way to the kitchen and made the promised soup and sandwiches. Placing them, along with some tea, on a tray, he carried it to the bedroom and sat the tray on the dresser. “Fred, love, would you like to eat or do you want to sleep more?” he asked as he softly shook her shoulder.
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