Faith
My poor, poor Faith.
After a couple of phone calls to my lawyers -- who, by the way, were completely unimpressed with my return to this earthly plane, which was a major blow to my ego -- I learned about what happened to my Faith.
The good news was that she came out of that nasty coma she was in the last time I saw her. Came out of it several months later, in fact.
I can only imagine what must have gone through her mind, all alone like that. I wish I could've been there for her, I really do. I blame Buffy Summers, to tell the truth. She was the one who put Faith in her coma. And then blew me up. It's her fault I wasn't there to comfort my girl when she needed me.
But I digress.
After coming out of her coma, Faith apparently wound up in Los Angeles, where she got tangled up with Angel...again...and he somehow managed to talk her into serving some prison time for what she did here in Sunnydale.
I tell you, the very idea that my Faith spent one second of time in some dingy jail cell is inconceivable to me. But, on the plus side, my girl could always take care of herself, so I doubt she ever ran into trouble.
As for now, she's apparently out of prison and still associating with that vampire. I never liked him, to tell the truth. Always wearing black, never smiling. Shakes hands like a cold fish. And he's obviously a bad influence on my Faith. The whole situation is just...brr.
But, at least she's alive. That's the important thing. The other things...we can work on later.
Right now, there are more pressing issues to take care of.
For instance, what the heck does a former mayor of Sunnydale have to do to get a decent henchman -- or henchwoman -- to serve as his right hand? Do the dirty work? Stand at the door and glower at people?
I mean, it's not like I'm pressing the matter -- trying to keep a low profile, and all that. But it's as if the general lowlife around here has gone soft! Or maybe they're gun-shy. Or maybe they just don't remember me, which is impossible, seeing as how I used to be the fricking Mayor of Sunnydale!
*ahem*
I'm strongly considering taking out an ad in the local paper. Wording it, though, that could be an issue. Can't very well ask for a minion, and a common secretary won't do me much good. Unless she can type 100 WPM, brew a swell cup of coffee, and kill a Slayer all at the same time. But then, that would have "overqualified" written all over it.
*sigh*
Surely there's a website or something that can help. Maybe a magazine. Like a Soldier of Fortune, but for henchmen.
Surely.
After a couple of phone calls to my lawyers -- who, by the way, were completely unimpressed with my return to this earthly plane, which was a major blow to my ego -- I learned about what happened to my Faith.
The good news was that she came out of that nasty coma she was in the last time I saw her. Came out of it several months later, in fact.
I can only imagine what must have gone through her mind, all alone like that. I wish I could've been there for her, I really do. I blame Buffy Summers, to tell the truth. She was the one who put Faith in her coma. And then blew me up. It's her fault I wasn't there to comfort my girl when she needed me.
But I digress.
After coming out of her coma, Faith apparently wound up in Los Angeles, where she got tangled up with Angel...again...and he somehow managed to talk her into serving some prison time for what she did here in Sunnydale.
I tell you, the very idea that my Faith spent one second of time in some dingy jail cell is inconceivable to me. But, on the plus side, my girl could always take care of herself, so I doubt she ever ran into trouble.
As for now, she's apparently out of prison and still associating with that vampire. I never liked him, to tell the truth. Always wearing black, never smiling. Shakes hands like a cold fish. And he's obviously a bad influence on my Faith. The whole situation is just...brr.
But, at least she's alive. That's the important thing. The other things...we can work on later.
Right now, there are more pressing issues to take care of.
For instance, what the heck does a former mayor of Sunnydale have to do to get a decent henchman -- or henchwoman -- to serve as his right hand? Do the dirty work? Stand at the door and glower at people?
I mean, it's not like I'm pressing the matter -- trying to keep a low profile, and all that. But it's as if the general lowlife around here has gone soft! Or maybe they're gun-shy. Or maybe they just don't remember me, which is impossible, seeing as how I used to be the fricking Mayor of Sunnydale!
*ahem*
I'm strongly considering taking out an ad in the local paper. Wording it, though, that could be an issue. Can't very well ask for a minion, and a common secretary won't do me much good. Unless she can type 100 WPM, brew a swell cup of coffee, and kill a Slayer all at the same time. But then, that would have "overqualified" written all over it.
*sigh*
Surely there's a website or something that can help. Maybe a magazine. Like a Soldier of Fortune, but for henchmen.
Surely.