Thirty First Song
Okay, Lorney Tunes, no need to freak out. You knew that you'd find out your loss sometime. You had a good run, what was it? Nine? Ten months?
...Talking to myself in the third person really isn't a good sign right now.
Hooookay. So, lets get these facts straight:
1. My loss are the memories of some guy called Lindsey McDonald, who may or may not be in the castle already.
Okey dokey. Dealing with that. Next:
2. At some point, under orders from Angel, I shoot him dead.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah. This is the roadblock of my mentality. Why the heck would I shoot a guy? I don't even like guns. Not after the Gio disaster, that's for sure. I wish Ange was here, I could use the big lug to explain himself right now.
Right. Keeping calm. Maybe someone from my neck of the woods will know who he is. I mean, sure before all that apocalypse is a'coming party, Fred and Cordy were... that and Faithie wasn't around. Spike sure as heck doesn't remember us, and neither does Will. Anya's probably in the dark, too. He'd have to have been around more than a few months for Angel to get a hate on enough to order him... yeah, you know what, can't even finish that sentence. He wouldn't have to be around for longer than ten minutes for Ange to want to kill him if he pressed the right buttons.
Someone should seriously write a Dealing with Finding out your Loss pamphlet. Maybe with a happy, smiling resident on the cover. You know, the kind that's not found out something about himself he was better off not knowing.
Ugggh, I wish I could get drunk.