"...Every once in a while I'd catch a mugging on patrol but -- nah, it's mostly just the undead."
Her gaze was hopping everywhere -- from the shop to the little coffee spot across the street. To the clothing store that she had never been able to afford shopping in. "And the sun's not quite gone, yet. But they'll show. Maybe not on the main street but -- maybe they will. Sim-vamps are even dumber than the real things."
Buffy found her way back to Jack's side and reached for the bag. She wanted her scythe, at least. But as she tried to untangle it from the contents of the bag, she noted the mailbox. "For letters. That's how you send them. Put the letter in there and it'll go anywhere."
ENJOY.
Her gaze was hopping everywhere -- from the shop to the little coffee spot across the street. To the clothing store that she had never been able to afford shopping in. "And the sun's not quite gone, yet. But they'll show. Maybe not on the main street but -- maybe they will. Sim-vamps are even dumber than the real things."
Buffy found her way back to Jack's side and reached for the bag. She wanted her scythe, at least. But as she tried to untangle it from the contents of the bag, she noted the mailbox. "For letters. That's how you send them. Put the letter in there and it'll go anywhere."