Chapter five
I’m still ‘ere. Los Angeles. Angel Investigations. ‘s been months, an’ Albion still isn’t sure how ta get me back. Not that I’m complainin’, mind. I got good company to keep, an’ I keep busy o’ late.
Angel sa’s he’d miss me when I’m gone, makes a girl feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I try to patrol with Oz an’ Faith whenever the chance presents itself. ‘Specially since that pump made a little ruckus. Turns out she’s workin’ for the same baddies I got back home.
Makes ya wonder.
Also makes me wanna track that one down an’ give her a piece o’ ma mind. But that wouldn’t be a very good example now, would it? Even if Faith’s got the same idea mullin’ around in her pretty head.
Suppose ‘s good to keep the mind occupied, not worryin’ about what I left back home. I jus’ hope it’s still in one piece. I trust Erin’ll try her best to keep th’ peace. Not sure ‘bout Harth though, bein’ he’s the reason I’m here in the firs' place.
‘Sweird, though. I know I gotta go back an’ save the world, but a part o’ me doesn’t rightly wanna go. Like both my legs are straddlin’ a side o’ a chasm an’ the damn thing is gettin’ bigger an’ bigger an’ I know that any minute I’m just gonna fall though.
I gotta jump one way o’ the other, though. It’s jus’ gonna be hard.
I’m startin’ ta understand Woody, ‘e’s a little hard to get a handle on, but I’m gettin’ to trustin’ him. He’s not half as bad as some o’ the company I use to keep. ‘Least he can handle himself in a fight. Not like some folk.
Now I’m jus’ sittin’ an’ waitin’ for the phone ta call, Angel an’ I went door-to-door hopin’ to find the pump an’ with nothin’ ta show for it, we decided ta hand out some cards. Looks like the pump decided to keep low after the las’ incident. Pity, ‘cause now all there is is waitin’.
An’ I never was much good at that.