Scott and I had a somewhat pleasant chat. It was difficult handling so much mess we surrounded ourselves in and yet still trying to keep up seemingly peaceful appearances. But we manage. Somehow
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It had been a busy week - new watchers, new slayers, and all the paperwork that entails. This Raven issue was weighing on my mind, and after last month's horrors I was only just beginning to sleep better. So when Lynn burst into my office, breathing hard and looking flustered, I just stared at her, feeling completely confused. "Lynn," I said at last. "You're up."
(I have replying issues...Major ones. *sob* No one love me as a child...Ok, that's a lie.)
"She's completely lost it David. I don't know what to do anymore! She isn't well at all, she's only gotten worse! I cannot just stand by and watch her fall from earth completely. We have to do something!"
"So the psychiatric treatment hasn't helped?" I felt terrible, watching Lynn stride about the room. I felt helpless, because I couldn't cure Triffy. But a thought struck me - maybe I knew someone who could... "We might have to consider more, um, desperate measures," I said, stopping Lynn's pacing by standing in front of her. "Magic."
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"Lynn," I said at last. "You're up."
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"She's completely lost it David. I don't know what to do anymore! She isn't well at all, she's only gotten worse! I cannot just stand by and watch her fall from earth completely. We have to do something!"
I started pacing back and forth.
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"We might have to consider more, um, desperate measures," I said, stopping Lynn's pacing by standing in front of her. "Magic."
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