To all Headmasters ( Read more... )

As the alcohol works its way through my system I try to figure out how I just became serviced to an Old One. I replay my words in my head, trying to see if they led me into this situation. Sadly, it appears that they have ( Read more... )

Apparently airplanes are staying farther and farther away from Southern California these days. The airport I arrived at is no longer allowing cross-country flights to land there. I was forced to meet my contact from the Council, Roger Porter, in San Francisco ( Read more... )

The meeting wasn't nearly as informative as I'd hoped ( Read more... )

I have not come across any of the other men that I know to be habitating in the hotel since my arrival. Aside from Xander I do not even know if any of them know that I have arrived. From my research session with Dawn, Willow and Vi I gather that communication has not been big among those living together here ( Read more... )

I am thrilled that Buffy was able to find a flight to London in order to catch the same plane with me to California. Not many people are going that close to Los Angeles lately, so there were plenty of open seats on the plane and we were able to sit together ( Read more... )

I am grateful that my flat is not far from the pub as I stumble home ( Read more... )

Finally, I have found them. It took me several days to track down all of the resources that I had removed from the Watcher's Council on my last visit to Headquarters, before it was blown up ( Read more... )

Nothing. It has been days and Sylvia says that there has been no word from the children. She says that when she tries their numbers that no one answers ( Read more... )

There is something... off about the serenity surrounding the new Watcher's Council of late. For most people a quiet day at the office would be a welcome change, but not here. Here, quiet is a usually a portent of something evil coming ( Read more... )