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Hong Kong international airport, Feb 28th
The Watchers Council had been destroyed, a great number of his friends along with it. Potentials, young girls with lives ahead of them all, were being hunted down and killed in horrible ways. The First Evil was trying to manifest, signalling the impending end of the world ( Read more... ) -
Bath, England, very early Monday morning
It was once again so late it was early. Giles paused in his studying, taking his glasses off and rubbing at his eyes. He was getting far too old for these kind of all nighters. But something was happening, more and more Watchers and their charges of potential Slayers were falling out of contact and a cause needed to be discovered. And, as usual, ( Read more... ) -
MCA -3, Sunday evening
Giles was spending an afternoon relaxing with a book and some good music, knowing that tomorrow would see him having to doublecheck that the island's sudden to be in Greece didn't disrupt deliveries to the Magic Box ( Read more... ) -
MCA apt -3, wee hours of Wednesday morning
Giles made his way back to his flat in a fog of exhaustion ( Read more... ) -
MCA apt -3, Thursday evening.
The day was over and the shop was closed and Giles decided that was enough attempt at normality. He went home to his flat and immediately poured himself a large glass of scotch ( Read more... ) -
Voice mail
"You've reached Rupert Giles. I am unable to come to the phone right now so please leave your name and number and I will call you back."