London Bridge

[queencor]

Well, after my lovely bath, which wasn't near as lovely as a bath back home will be, but got me clean, and getting changed, we finally headed for London Bridge. I've been quiet. It's feeling weird even to me, but I just have a lot on my mind. There's all these stupid thoughts keep going through my head. About London, about home...about everyone else. I'd welcome another skull cracking vision if it'd tell me something useful. But they've fallen silent. After having so many in such a short ammount of time, it's disquieting. I just want to get home. I've got this irrational idea that if we could just get home, everything will be okay. Logically, I know that's probably not going to be the case. It's not like the badness ever stops, and it's not going to change what happened here, and we still don't even know if everyone else is okay. I remember the fleeting slivers of visions I'd gotten of the others, and wish I could remember more. I can't. I keep wracking my brain, trying to make myself remember, but I can't. I remember Giles in a cowboy hat. That's the clearest image. But it looks so strange. I don't know. I'm tired now. I want to go home, and then I can deal with whatever catastrophe is happening there.

Now if Buffy would show up already, we could get moving. I should have left the asylum keys for her. I kinda forgot I still had them....too late now.