On Wednesday, on his way to work, Mitchell had gotten a phone call. Annie, George said, had been assaulted, and she needed him around. If Mitchell were entirely honest, he'd been a little preoccupied recently - and feeling guilty over his first impulse ('I don't have time') had led him to grab a portal back to Bristol. Just until Friday. So he ( Read more... )

( If you could only see the beast you've made of me/I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free. )

Unaware of anything being amiss elsewhere, Mitchell was looking towards another day of paperwork and maybe the odd student to keep himself from getting bored. Or the telly.

Poking around the local channels, skipping past all the horrible American TV shows. "What has the world come to," Mitchell mused, sinking back into his chair with the remote.

( Preparations )

While everyone else was braving the blizzard back in Fandom, Mitchell was utterly ignorant of the situation. George had been complaining a great deal about missing home; in the end, Mitchell had caved and dragged him off to Bristol for the weekend.

( A Vampire in Bristol. )