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[The journal's recording opens on a familiar scene: Buffy, propped up in bed, is looking suitably frustrated with her surroundings. She predicts a jail-break in the near future.]
I'm hearing all this commotion about attacks--what's the what? [And because she has to ask:] Do any of them involve blood loss, or punctures on the neck? [What follows are some grumbling mumbles about Drusilla.
But then her tone kicks into a (temporarily) cheerier note:] Raine! Thanks so much for the cake and the company and the cookies and the everything. By far, the best birthday in a while.
Except--[dramatic, heartfelt sigh]--Jim's still gone.
[The sound of the journal dropping back against the bed and Buffy leans back in silence.]
I'm hearing all this commotion about attacks--what's the what? [And because she has to ask:] Do any of them involve blood loss, or punctures on the neck? [What follows are some grumbling mumbles about Drusilla.
But then her tone kicks into a (temporarily) cheerier note:] Raine! Thanks so much for the cake and the company and the cookies and the everything. By far, the best birthday in a while.
Except--[dramatic, heartfelt sigh]--Jim's still gone.
[The sound of the journal dropping back against the bed and Buffy leans back in silence.]