Reconnecting
I've made a lot of phone calls lately. Well, some of them haven't exactly been phone calls...let's just say I hope there's no long-distance bill coming for those!
Most of them were to reconnect with some old acquaintances. Let them know I'm back in town, that kind of thing. Most of them were pretty surprised, until I explained what had happened...the only one who wasn't was Burt, my bookie in Vegas. But then, you can never surprise a precognitive.
And of course, I found out about a few things that have happened around Sunnydale since I've been gone. The most remarkable thing was...well, it seems Buffy Summers actually died a few years ago! The stubborn little scrapper managed to come back from the grave, of course, but can you imagine?
Well...I guess I don't have to, personally, do I?
Which is all well and good, of course. Just gives me another chance to eat her someday, like I promised good old Mr. Giles that day way back when. Her, along with all her little friends.
Ahh, Mr. Giles. I might owe you a fruit basket or something.
Which brings me to the point of protection. I've already managed to call in a few favors and get a tiny bit of magical protection thrown up around this place. Can't be too careful when there's a Slayer around, after all. But...I'm not thinking it's enough. I'm immortal, not invulnerable, after all.
Or at least, I'm pretty sure I'm still immortal. Might have to check that later.
The point being, I need to make sure that I'm not going to get picked off by some low-life demon who's new to Sunnydale, just like I don't want to be picked off by the Slayer if I'm at the local grocery store picking up a TV Guide. I need a good right hand, soon, if not now. I need someone who'll be my fist, if I need it.
And above all, I need someone who'll help me figure out this TiVo thing. Wasn't around before I left...marvelous gadget, but I don't think I have the wires right.
Most of them were to reconnect with some old acquaintances. Let them know I'm back in town, that kind of thing. Most of them were pretty surprised, until I explained what had happened...the only one who wasn't was Burt, my bookie in Vegas. But then, you can never surprise a precognitive.
And of course, I found out about a few things that have happened around Sunnydale since I've been gone. The most remarkable thing was...well, it seems Buffy Summers actually died a few years ago! The stubborn little scrapper managed to come back from the grave, of course, but can you imagine?
Well...I guess I don't have to, personally, do I?
Which is all well and good, of course. Just gives me another chance to eat her someday, like I promised good old Mr. Giles that day way back when. Her, along with all her little friends.
Ahh, Mr. Giles. I might owe you a fruit basket or something.
Which brings me to the point of protection. I've already managed to call in a few favors and get a tiny bit of magical protection thrown up around this place. Can't be too careful when there's a Slayer around, after all. But...I'm not thinking it's enough. I'm immortal, not invulnerable, after all.
Or at least, I'm pretty sure I'm still immortal. Might have to check that later.
The point being, I need to make sure that I'm not going to get picked off by some low-life demon who's new to Sunnydale, just like I don't want to be picked off by the Slayer if I'm at the local grocery store picking up a TV Guide. I need a good right hand, soon, if not now. I need someone who'll be my fist, if I need it.
And above all, I need someone who'll help me figure out this TiVo thing. Wasn't around before I left...marvelous gadget, but I don't think I have the wires right.