Sunnydale, 11/01: Tabula Rasa
There are books over him. Towering over him when he opens his eyes, so many books, and he turns on his side, a rug wrinkling underneath him, and sees the legs of a table and the edge of table cloth dangling over him.
It's dark, the floor's hard, and he's very sleepy, so he turns again onto his back, folds an arm under his head, and goes back to sleep. He's having a great dream, full of snow and a spiralled temple and happy monks in orange robes and rope sandals. One of them's Caucasian, and taller than the rest, and he smiles.
Then something crashes and the light brightens and he wakes up again. Voices are yelling, a guy and a girl, and he sits up, folding his legs.
"-- am a girl!" the girl says, which seems kind of obvious. Not that he can see her, the table's in the way.
More yelling and debate, but the books are more interesting -- Hakluyk's Concordance to Demon Dimensions cheek by jowl with Practical Wicca for the Modern Gal, and he reaches up to take one down when a new voice joins the rest. English, masculine, pissed-off.
He slides up onto his knees and peeks over the table. A lot of people here, looking really confused.
This should be interesting.