Hmm.

Nicer cars, shorter skirts. And this thingamabob. Like a newspaper, but shinier.

I don't know where I am, but I like it.

Wonder who runs the crime in this 'burg?

Can't find Mo anywhere. No sign of her at her house, her office is rubble... And Turner is gone, too. For once, considering what's going on, I'm not even thinking he caused this. Well, directly ( Read more... )

They're dead, everyone that was in on the attack. I couldn't find you, but I sure as hell found them. Only problem that I see is that those four sure weren't all that were involved ( Read more... )

Morrigan is missing.

There's a hell of a lot of blood in her apartment. Whoever it was, she did a lot of damage to them. The problem is that it complicates my job immensely. I track by blood scent... mystically, granted, but that's the heart of it.

Crap, what am I doing typing, when Mo is missing?

This wooden bench is old and hard, worn by a hundred years of boredom, hope, and fear. And it's damn uncomfortable to sit on ( Read more... )

I'm not sure what's real anymore. Am I really back in my body, alone? Is it mine again? Is Raynor really gone ( Read more... )

Whoa ( Read more... )

/Firewalled against The Seer, Raynor and any of their allies

He knows that I'm awake again. I haven't much time.

He's renewing the spell tonight, the one that hides him. There's a chance that...

Crap, he's on to me. Gotta go.

He's the last place that you'd ever look...

/End firewall

Sleeping well, Turner? Jameson? You've got your son back, and now you can turn your attentions toward

/Firewalled against everyone but Prue

I don't have long.

It's me. Whoever the hell I am anymore. That's not right, damn it. He can't destroy me, not yet, and for some reason, the Seer won't pull my soul out ( Read more... )

Bravo. You found a way through my cloaking spells, and pulled the brat home. He was becoming tiring, anyways ( Read more... )