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Disjunction
by WesleysGirl
Part 2 in the Unwanted Gifts series
Rating: PG
Angel/Wesley
[Letter to Angel from Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]
Dear Angel,
Everything’s fine here. My flights were uneventful - well, that’s
not entirely true, the second one was delayed by three hours, but I’ve
been told that that’s considered to be comparatively uneventful,
these days. In any case, I arrived in Boston without any major difficulties
and I’m in a hotel room now, planning on going to sleep as soon
as I finish this letter.
You won’t be able to write to me, as I don’t plan to stay
anywhere longer than one night. Assuming that you write letters at all.
I’m relatively confident that Lilah and Wolfram & Hart aren’t
aware that I left L.A., and I believe it will be several days before
they figure it out. I hope. In the meantime, I’m going to act as
if they might be keeping tabs on me and keep moving, just in case.
Tomorrow I’m going out to western Massachusetts in an attempt to
find the individual there who might be able to perform the shielding
spell. It’s been some time since anyone I was able to locate has
heard from him, so I’m not sure where he is.
I won’t write unless I have something to report. And I’ll
call if I have a vision.
- Wesley
[Voice Mail message to Wesley Wyndam-Pryce from Angel]
*Beep*
Um... Hi, Wes. Is this even working? I heard a beep, but I don’t
know if this is working. Anyway, hi. I hope you get this. I got your
letter - thanks. I’m glad you made it out to the east coast okay.
Gunn and Fred are fine. They say they understand why you had to leave
so fast. Fred says to watch out for mosquitos - something about a Nile
virus. Except why would that be in Massachusetts? Sounds more like Egypt
to me. Gunn says to watch your back.
So, um, hope you’re okay. Gunn makes me recharge the cell phone
every night so that you can reach me if you need to. No visions yet
though, huh?
You can call if you want to. You know, any time. I’ll be around.
RIght, so... take care. Okay?
Am I supposed to push a button now? *Beep* Did that work? Oh, maybe
it was this button. *Beep*
[End of message]
[Voice mail message to Angel from Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]
*Beep*
Hello, Angel. I found the gentleman I was looking for, but it turned
out he wasn’t who I thought he was. At least, he wasn’t able
to help. He *had* heard of the next person on my list, though, so I
suppose the last three days I spent tracking him down weren’t completely
in vain.
I’m headed off to northern central Massachusetts tonight - a place
called Ashburnham. I’ll let you know how things turn out.
And as I’m sure you’ve figure out by now, it’s the pound
key you want to press at the end of a message. It’s the one that
looks like a miniature tic-tac-toe board. Observe.
*Beep*
[End of message]
[Voice mail message to Wesley Wyndam-Pryce from Angel]
*Beep*
Hi, Wesley, it’s me. I got your message. I had to listen to it
twice because the first time I dropped the phone and... well, that doesn’t
matter. But thanks for calling.
Sorry that first guy didn’t pan out the way you’d hoped. Hope
the next one is the right one.
We haven’t heard from Lilah at all. Or Wolfram and Hart. I don’t
know if they’re up to anything, but my guess is they don’t
know you’re gone yet. Hoping we can keep it that way for a while.
Hate to think that they might come after you when you’re so far
from home. Well, from L.A. I guess I don’t know whether you think
of this as home or not.
No visions, huh?
Well, uh... take care. Thanks for calling. It was... um, it was good
to hear your voice.
(muttered) Pound key, tic-tac-toe...
*Beep*
[End of message]
[Voice mail message to Angel from Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]
*Beep*
Angel. It’s Wesley. Damn it, why aren’t you answering the
phone? What’s the point of a cell phone if you don’t... right.
A Pikambal demon, or maybe two - it was hard to tell. Somewhere on the
east side, near a fountain, and a billboard with a picture of a giant
glass of vodka on it. Lemon slices. In the glass, I mean. They - it
- are going to attack a group of teenagers who are out far too late.
Oh, it’s three hours earlier where you are. I think it’s going
to happen tonight - around eleven perhaps - and since it’s nine
here it’s only six there and... well, you should have plenty of
time as long as you remember to check your messages.
Let me know what happens.
*Beep*
[End of message]
[Voice mail message to Wesley Wyndam-Pryce from Angel]
*Beep*
Hi, Wes, it’s me. Glad you shut your phone off - I was worried
I was gonna wake you up. It’s after three where you are... hope
you’re sleeping. You okay? Post-vision wise, I mean?
Anyway. There was only one demon, and the kids were completely wasted
and would have gotten flattened. But me and Gunn took care of it. No
trouble.
Sorry about me not picking up the phone - I dropped it on the floor
earlier and I guess it got a little screwed up. It wasn’t ringing
or vibrating or doing any of that stuff that it’s supposed to do
to let you know that... well, you know, someone’s calling. But
Gunn fixed it. It’s all... fixed. So, sorry. Again.
Hope you’re okay. Call me.
*Beep*
[End of message]
[Phone conversation]
“Hello?”
“Angel, it’s Wesley.”
“Are you okay? Did you have another vision?”
“No, but you asked me to call you, so... I’m calling.”
“Right. Good. So... um... any news?”
“Nothing good, I’m afraid. I still haven’t managed to
find the spellcaster I’m looking for. He’s not listed in the
phone book, and that makes it rather difficult. If I were in L.A., where
I know people, have contacts, it would be easier. They don’t know
me here, so they aren’t very willing to share information.”
“Protecting their own.”
“Something like that, yes.”
“Anything I can do from here?”
“I wouldn’t imagine so. I would hardly have had to come all
this way if it had been possible to deal with the situation from L.A.”
“Yeah.”
“Speaking of L.A., I take it you haven’t heard from Lilah?”
“Not a word.”
“Well, no news is good news, I suppose.”
“Yeah.”
“I suppose I should go...”
“Right. Well... take care of yourself.”
“I shall. Good-bye, Angel.”
(pause)
“Bye, Wes.”
[Dial tone]
[Letter to Angel from Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]
Dear Angel,
Just dropping a quick note to let you know I’m moving on to Rhode
Island. I did find the gentleman I was looking for, but he wasn’t
able to help. To put it mildly, he’s very ill. Not physically,
but mentally, and I wasn’t able to determine with any certainty
whether the cause was organic or magical in origin.
After about a week spent tracking him down, I located him in an extremely
seedy bar. At first I wasn’t sure that his illness wasn’t
just drunkeness, but as time went by I realized that he wasn’t
actually consuming any alcohol. It’s possible that he has Alzheimer’s
disease or some other form of degenerative brain disorder. He didn’t
make a great deal of sense most of the time, and on the occasions when
he did speak clearly it was impossible to ask for clarification.
I suspect that too many years of casting spells beyond his actual ability
is what caused the damage, but obviously I can’t be sure. Perhaps
he *did* know the spell I’m searching for, and it didn’t work
well enough to protect him - if not, he certainly could have used that
spell, although it’s too late for him now. In any case, he can’t
help, so I’m going to continue on from here. I’m not sure
what else to do.
It’s difficult to believe that I’ve been gone for more than
two weeks. I hope you’re well.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
[Voice Mail message to Wesley Wyndam-Pryce from Angel]
*Beep*
Umm, hi, Wesley. I got your letter - thanks. Sorry it didn’t work
out with that guy. Hope the next one turns up something.
And yeah, two weeks and only one vision. I know Cordy’d gone as
long as, what, two or three weeks between? But then it always seemed
like she’d get four or five in as many days after that, like the
Powers were trying to even things out. Nice sense of humor, huh? But
anyway... what I was getting at... watch yourself, okay? I don’t
like the thought of you there by yourself...
You know if there’s anything I can do, just... yeah, you already
said no, huh. But if anything changes...
I, umm... we miss you, Wes.
Bye.
*Beep*
[End of message]
[Voice Mail message to Angel from Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]
*Beep*
Angel. Figure out how to use your goddamned phone.
Some time in the next couple of hours - and again, I don’t know
if that’s my time, or yours - another Bit’ara. I can’t
explain why; they’re far from common and obviously quite dangerous.
Somewhere down near the bay, where those old ships that never actually
leave their moorings despite looking like they’re being used are?
I hope you know what I mean. Make sure you take Gunn and the flamethrower
with you. In fact, I’d feel better if you found some extra people
to back you up. I’m concerned this might not go well.
And for God’s sake, if you’re going to wear a long coat, don’t
wear the cotton one unless you’re interested in becoming a human
torch. Vampire torch.
Phone me.
*Beep*
[End of message]
[Phone conversation]
“Yeah?”
“Angel, it’s Wesley. You didn’t...”
“Wes - hang on, I’m in the middle of something here.”
/Sounds of a scuffle, a whoosh, someone swearing as though from far
away. A clatter, loud in Wesley’s ear, and after that the sounds
become more muffled. A man’s voice, shouting, more whooshing, a
howling, supernatural scream. Then silence./
/Finally, another clatter./
“Wesley?”
“Angel? Is everything all right?”
“Yeah, you know, just... taking care of that problem.”
“I apologize for interrupting you. I could have gotten you killed;
I should have waited for you to return my call, instead of assuming
that -”
“Wes. Hang on a second, will ya?”
“Of course.”
/Sound of the mouthpiece being covered, and then muffled conversation./
“Okay, I’m back. Gunn and his friend are gonna take care of
this demon. It’s a big, slimy mess at this point. (pause) You okay?”
“Yes. None of you were injured?”
“Nope. We’re all fine. Thanks for the warning about bringing
somebody else along with us - that was a good call.”
“I’m glad. I was rather concerned, which is why I called...”
“Got that. I was gonna call you as soon as we had taken care of
things.”
“Yes. So... how are you?”
“Other than the fact that I’m covered with demon slime? Okay,
I guess.”
“Any signs of life from Wolfram and Hart?”
“None that we’ve seen so far.”
'
“That’s a relief, I suppose.” (sigh)
“Wes? You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m sorry, Angel. I shouldn’t have phoned you. I’ll
talk to you another time.”
[Dial tone]
[Voice mail message to Wesley Wyndam-Pryce from Angel]
*Beep*
Wes? I don’t know why you aren’t picking up the phone. What
the hell is going on? If you’re pissed off at me for some reason,
just come out and tell me, so we can talk about it, okay?
I don’t know what else to say.
Call me.
*Beep*
[End of message]
[Letter to Angel from Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]
Dear Angel,
I’d like to apologize again for phoning you at such an inopportune
moment. I suppose that’s one of the major pitfalls of carrying
a cell phone - one never knows when one is going to receive a call.
It’s definitely a danger in our line of work. And I didn’t
return your call because, to be honest, I’m concerned about catching
you at a bad time again. I’m not going to phone again unless I
have a vision to report.
I think I’ve located the woman here that I’ve been looking
for. I’m going to go out to her house - or what I think might be
her house - this afternoon and see what I can discover. I’ll let
you know how it turns out.
- Wesley
[Voice mail message to Wesley Wyndam-Pryce from Angel]
*Beep*
Geez, Wes, and you complain about me not answering *my* phone. Of course,
it’s not like I’ve got any visions to report to *you,* but...
Anyway, I got your letter, but you wrote it three days ago and I still
haven’t heard what happened with that woman in Rhode Island. Any
luck?
Still miss you. Hope you’re okay... and call me. Seriously. Chances
are you won’t be interrupting anything important or life-threatening
or... well. Just call me.
*Beep*
[End of message]
[Email message to Angel from Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]
Hello Angel,
Fred assures me that she’s shown you how to get your email now,
but please respond when you can so that I know you’ve gotten this.
- Wesley
[Email message to Wesley Wyndam-Pryce from Angel]
Hi Wes -
I’m not great at typing, so I’ll keep this short. Glad to
know you’re okay. Where the hell are you?
- Angel
[Email message to Angel from Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]
Hello, Angel.
Currently? I’m at a public library in the south-east corner of
Connecticut. I wouldn’t imagine that narrowing it down any further
would be particularly helpful, so I shan’t bother.
I left Rhode Island yesterday, after spending several days with the
most remarkable woman. Most unfortunately, she didn’t know the
spell I was looking for, but we did do some research and tried a couple
of less-powerful ones which may or may not have helped. Or rather, it
might be more appropriate to say that *she* tried them and I sat quietly
and let her.
I’m sure you’re not interested in all of the complicated details,
so I’ll spare you. But I *will* let you know if anything becomes
apparent.
- Wesley
[Email message to Wesley Wyndam-Pryce from Angel]
Hi Wes -
Not getting any better at typing. And *of course* I’m interested
in all of the details. So when you get the chance, tell me.
- Angel
[Email message to Angel from Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]
Hello, Angel.
I’m in Pennsylvania now. It’s very convenient how so many
libraries have internet access these days - otherwise it would be much
more difficult for me to email you. I’m on my way further south.
I was about to tell you where I was headed, and then it occured to me
that email *can* be intercepted. Best not, just in case.
So, Rhode Island. I went to find this woman, Cecelia Hathaway, at her
home. I knocked on her door and there was no response. As there was
a car in the driveway, I went around the corner to check the back garden
and there she was, kneeling on the ground with a spade, digging up some
plants. I opened my mouth to say hello, but before I could speak she
looked up, saw me, and screamed and threw the spade directly at my head.
(As I later learned, I was fortunate that her first reaction was to
attack me physically, since she’s quite a powerful spellcaster
and could have done some serious damage.)
I managed to duck the flying gardening implement of doom rather handily,
and I jumped backward and held my hands up, attempting to reassure her
that I wasn’t a threat. I apologized for startling her, explained
who I was and why I was there. She apologized for throwing the spade
at my head, and questionned me rather avidly until she was comfortable
that I was who I claimed to be.
She took me into the house and made me tea - proper tea - and lunch,
and we talked for a long time about the visions, magic, etc. I tried
to keep things as simple as possible - not just for her own safety but
for ours as well - telling her what she needed to know and leaving out
the little details. Little details like TPTB, one of my associates being
a vampire, Wolfram and Hart... you get the picture, I’m sure.
She had a very impressive library; some of her books were quite rare,
although the focus of her collection seemed to be more of an herbalist’s.
We spent the next several days going through some of the books she thought
might be most helpful, and were able to come up with a small handful
of useful spells, although as I said before we never did find the spell
I was hoping for.
In any case, she fed me and let me sleep on her guest bed, and we shared
as much information as either of us was comfortable with, and before
she sent me on my way she cast several spells on me. Now it’s just
to wait and see if any of them work.
One of them is supposed to lessen the effects of the visions - fine
tuning, if you will, dampening the effects without destroying the ability
to see the visions. I’m a bit concerned about that one working
*too* well, and making it impossible for me to tell what the visions
are attempting to show me. But Cecelia sent me off with the reversal
spell and the ingredients needed, so if the next vision seems very different
from the previous ones, I’ll be able to reverse it without too
much trouble. I hope. One of the reasons she did all of the spells herself
was in an attempt to limit the amount of exposure I had to actual spellcasting
- she thought, and reluctantly I had to agree, that spellcasting on
top of the visions is rather much for my system to handle. Considering
my reaction to the translocation spell we used to recover you... and
believe me, describing that whole tale to her without revealing too
much information was an exercise in creative storytelling.
So, the other two spells were to strengthen my personal resistance to
magic - something that shouldn’t do any harm, assuming it worked
- and to improve brain function - and again, that can only help.
I’ll let you know if anything transpires. I hope you’re all
well - and... Angel, I miss you, too.
- Wesley
[Phone conversation]
“Hello?”
“Wes - it’s Angel.”
“Hello, Angel. How are you?”
“Good. We’re all... good. How are you?”
“As well as can be expected.”
“What does *that* mean?”
“Oh... well, I suppose it’s a polite sort of reply, isn’t
it? The kind that doesn’t require any actual thought.”
“How are you, really?”
“Tired of driving. Speaking of which, hold on a for a moment and
let me pull over onto the shoulder here - I shouldn’t drive and
talk on the phone at the same time...”
“Okay.”
(pause)
“There we are. So, is there anything new to report?”
“No, I just... you know, I wanted... to hear the sound of your
voice.”
“Oh. Well, that’s... it’s nice to hear yours, as well.”
“I got your email. About the spells and everything. You still don’t
know if they worked?”
“No, no visions yet - not that I’m complaining - and I don’t
think I’ll know until I have one.”
“Right.”
“Sounds like she was pretty nice.”
“Cecelia? Yes, above and beyond the call of duty. I’ve promised
to keep in touch, let her know how things go.”
“Good - s’good for you to meet nice people.”
“Yes... it’s always nice to meet someone who understands,
at least on some level, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. She pretty?”
“Yes, in her own way, quite striking. She - Angel, why all the
interest in Cecelia?”
“Just curious.”
“Angel... are you jealous?”
“What? No! Why, should I be?”
“Angel, Cecelia is a beautiful, kind woman who happens to be old
enough to be my grandmother.”
“Oh. Well... um, good.”
“Yes.”
“Right.”
“So. You’re doing well? Any new clients?”
“Not right now. Had one last week - guy came in looking for someone
to get rid of a ghost at his house.”
“What happened?”
“We went over to have a look, and it turns out he lives alone and
the ghost just wanted to, you know, give him some company. She wasn’t
trying to scare him or anything. Fred thought she could convince the
guy to let the ghost stay, but it didn’t work out. Had to ask her
to move on.”
“Interesting.”
“I guess. Do you... shit, Wes. I really suck at this small talk
thing.”
“We don’t need to make small talk if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“What the hell are we supposed to talk about, then?”
“Whatever comes to mind, I suppose, as long as it’s not the
weather or the state of the economy.”
“No worries there. Christ, Wes, I miss you.”
“That’s... yes. I... I miss you, too.”
“Wish you could just come home.”
“So do I.”
“Know you have to do this, though. Doesn’t mean I have to
like it.”
“I’m not wild about it myself, I must say. With any luck,
I’ll be back soon enough.”
“Yeah. Well... I’d better let you go.”
“Yes, I suppose... I really should get back on the road.”
“Yeah. Take care. And call me?”
“I will. Goodbye, Angel.”
“Bye, Wes.”
[Dial tone]
[Phone conversation]
“Yeah?”
“Angel... it’s Wesley.”
“Fuck. Wes? What’s wrong?”
“Well, that spell... it didn’t do what it was supposed to
do.”
“Which spell?”
“The one that was supposed to fine-tune the visions... I’d
thought that it would just dampen the effects, but, well... instead,
it seems to have dampened the visions themselves.”
“I don’t think I’m following you here, Wes. Are you okay?”
“It’s fine... I’m all right, I just... it wasn’t
what I expected.”
“What happened?”
“I had a vision, but I couldn’t really see anything - everything
was blurred - and I couldn’t hear anything properly, either. Angel,
I have no idea what I’m supposed to relay to you.”
“You couldn’t see... okay, if you don’t know what to
tell me, first thing you do is reverse that spell. You’ve got the
stuff to do it, right?”
“Yes, I do. But what about -”
“Just do it. Now. Put the phone down, and reverse the spell.”
“All right. I’ll be a few minutes...”
“I’ll wait.”
/Sound of phone being put down. Long moments of silence, a few muffled
words, more silence. What might be the sound of running water, in the
distance. More silence./
“Angel? It’s done.”
“Good. I kinda thought that if the Powers knew something had gone
wrong and sent you another one, it’d be better if it didn’t
go through the same filter.”
“No, you’re right. It was a good idea. But what on earth do
we do now? Do I just wait and see if I have the vision again?”
“What else can we do? Not like you can dial up a repeat showing.
Do you think you’d even recognize it, if you had it again?”
“I... no, I’m not certain. It’s possible, but... there
wouldn’t really be anything for me to recognize. It was just a
blur of colors, like a watercolor painting had run together, and some
muffled sounds.”
“Nothing we can do, then.”
“I suppose not.”
“So... how’s the weather?”
“Angel. Are you trying to distract me from the matter at hand?”
“No, I - well, yeah. Thought it might be worth a shot.”
“Well, I certainly appreciate the effort. But in deference to the
Powers That Be and our hopes that I might get a second call, as it were,
I think it might be best if I go and lie down for a little while.”
“Right, yeah, of course. Yeah, you should... yeah, go lie down.”
“I’ll talk with you soon.”
“Great. Um... bye, Wes.”
“Goodbye, Angel.”
[Dial tone]
[Email message to Angel from Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]
Hello, Angel.
As I’m sure you’ve deduced by now, I haven’t had a repeat
of that vision.
I’m still driving south, and I hope to reach my destination later
this afternoon. I stopped for a quick bite and discovered yet another
public library, so I’m just dashing this off to let you know what’s
been happening.
Which is, for the most part, nothing.
Please tell Fred and Gunn that I say hello. I’ll talk to you soon.
- Wesley
[Email message to Wesley Wyndam-Pryce from Angel]
Hi Wes,
Don’t know when you’ll get this, huh. I don’t like not
knowing where you are. What if something goes wrong? What if you have
a vision and you get hurt or something? What if... yeah, okay, starting
to feel irrational.
I’m gonna go hit something for a while and see if I feel better.
Take care of yourself. Call me.
- Angel
[Email message to Angel from Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]
Hello, Angel.
As luck would have it - and I’m being sarcastic, as I’ve been
feeling anything but lucky - I’m having a very difficult time locating
the gentleman I’m looking for. I’ve been here for two days,
and haven’t been able to find him. If I never see the inside of
a magic shop again, it will be too soon. I think I’ve been to every
one within a hundred mile radius, along with every natural foods shop
and every psychic center. Some of these people... well, I’m sure
a number of them are reliable and down-to-earth, but unfortunately they
aren’t the ones I’ve been meeting.
I *may* have a lead - I’m supposed to meet someone late this evening,
and apparently if he thinks I’m not a threat he’ll tell me
where to find the man I’m looking for. So think good thoughts for
me. If this one doesn’t pan out, there’s only one person left,
and I have to admit I’m starting to lose hope at this point. It’s
beginning to seem like a rather futile journey, although at least it’s
gotten me away from L.A. for a short time - away from Lilah, I mean.
Not you.
I’ll let you know, whatever happens. I do miss you.
- Wesley
[Email message to Wesley Wyndam-Pryce from Angel]
Hi Wes,
Haven’t heard from you since you went to go meet the guy who was
maybe gonna introduce you to the other guy. What happened? Let me know.
- Angel
[Voice mail message to Wesley Wyndam-Pryce from Angel]
*Beep*
Hey, Wes, it’s me. Maybe you’re just having a hard time getting
to the library, and maybe your phone broke or ran out of batteries or
charge or whatever, but can you figure out a way to get in touch with
me soon? It’s been a couple of days and I’m starting to get
worried. Okay, I’m *already* worried, so... call me. Or something.
*Beep*
[End of message]
[Voice mail message to Wesley Wyndam-Pryce from Angel]
*Beep*
Wes, it’s Angel. Call me, will you? I’m serious.
*Beep*
[End of message]
[Voice mail message to Wesley Wyndam-Pryce from Angel]
*Beep*
Goddamnit, Wesley, you’d better be fucking lying unconscious somewhere.
If you don’t call me soon I’m gonna come out to the east coast
and find you just so I can kick your ass.
Fuck. Call me. This is killing me, Wes.
*Beep*
[End of message]
[Phone conversation]
“Wesley?”
“Angel, you don’t know me, but I’m calling for Wesley.”
“Who is this? Where’s Wes?”
“I’m Peter Harking, I’m... well, not a friend of Wesley’s,
we just met. But he wanted me to call you, if he couldn’t do it
himself.”
“Is he okay?”
“Well... yeah, mostly. He’s... I know he told you about the
spell he was hoping to find...”
“What do you mean, for the most part?”
“I had - have - the spell he was looking for, but I’m not...
I couldn’t do it myself. Before Wesley did the spell a couple of
hours ago, he told me what I should do if it went well, if it went wrong...
he covered all the bases.”
“Sounds like Wes. So what happened?”
“We’re pretty sure he managed to pull the spell off - although
it’s hard to tell until he has a vision - but it was pretty hard
on him. He passed out for a while afterward, and he’s sleeping
now... I think he’s gonna be sleeping it off for quite a while.”
“What can I do?”
“Meet him at the airport - I don’t think he’s gonna be
in any shape to drive himself home. I’m putting him on a plane
at 4 - it’s a direct flight - so he should be there some time after
8 this evening, your time. It’s flight 218.”
“Right. 218, got it.”
“Okay, then.”
“Yeah. And... thanks. For the spell, and for... taking care of
him.”
“S’no problem. Just make sure you’re there to meet him
on the other end, okay? He’s gonna need a friend.”
“Don’t worry - I’ll be there.”
“Okay. Bye, Angel.”
“Yeah, bye.”
[Dial tone]
Followed by the 3rd story in the series, Different
Sight.
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