Letter to the Summers Household
(written with a scratchy hand, with a lot of ink blots)
GET US OUT OF HERE!!
Hello. This is Cordy. I'm sure you're wondering where me, Anya and Buffy dissapeared to? Try the PAST. Like, 1830's London to be specific. (unreadable ink blot) Stupid quill thing....And let me tell you, the movies? Completely gloss over the stench, and the fact that there are no toilets. It's wretched. I have, however, managed to up our station somewhat, you're talking to Lady Charolette now. I'm married to a Duke. Of Buccleuch or something. Whatever, it's better than sharing one room with four people, as Anya seemed content to have us do. That was driving me nuts, so I went and did a little homework, and no one's the wiser. No one around here cares anyways. I'm just visiting nobility or whatever, and they're more than happy to take care of me. And my 'servants'. Oh yeah, I have to go get them yet... Anyways, get us out of here. Very, very soon. Now would be good. I may have gotten us in good with people, but really? I don't want to be here forever. Even if they DO have wonderful taste in jewelry...the corsets are murder. ...I wonder if I could bring back some of the jewelry....Whatever. Chop chop, kids. We want out.
Love,
Cordy
p.s.
Did I mention hurrying? Do that.