Last bit of this segment - more when the muse strikes, I promise!
The Watcher's apartment, Sunnydale. Shortly after the Watcher's return to consciousness ...
“Ah …” Xander looked down at the stake he was clutching to his breast. “I don’t know,” he admitted, hovering between sheepish embarrassment and mind numbing terror. “Were you … are you … dead?”
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I'm glad it seems to be making sense, though!
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