As it turns out, the world hasn't ended, after all.

Oh, there have apparently been several incidents in our absence that would possibly signal the end of life as we know it, such as Spike and Xander taking over for Angel in Los Angeles. But it would seem that, for all the worrying that Wesley and I did in regards to Mayor Wilkins somehow being ( Read more... )

( It's over. )

"To hell with the timeline!"

That is what I'd like to say, and frankly, I suspect Wesley feels the same, at this point. Of course, we recognize a greater responsibility. Killing Wilkins now might alleviate some of our pain, but the result might be far, far worse ( Read more... )

Wesley and I have been riding north by northeast for the better part of a week now, since the jailbreak that freed me from Mayor Wilkins and his men ( Read more... )

Wesley managed to free me from Mayor Wilkins' prison ( Read more... )

It has now been a week since Mayor Wilkins' men imprisoned me. At least, I think it's only been seven days. It would seem that mystical forces are only the least mundane way of twisting one's perception of time ( Read more... )

Wesley and I may have more to worry about than simply returning home ( Read more... )

Following my disastrous encounter with Richard Wilkins, Wesley believes that drastic measures must be taken to ensure the integrity of the timeline, lest this lead to an alternate future where Wilkins successfully Ascended and calamity ensued ( Read more... )

It has been six months since Wesley and I became stranded in Sunnydale of the 19th Century. Amazingly, we've managed not only to survive, but even thrive a bit ( Read more... )

Wesley and I have been in the 19th century for almost two months now. We've not yet managed to figure a way out of our predicament ( Read more... )