As Jack retreated, Geordie stood alongside Jilly. It was rare to see his friend so angry. Rare and frightening.

This was starting to feel less and less like a dream.

Sympathetically, he looked in the direction of the remaining stranger. Buffy. There really wasn't much left to say, was there? And anything he wanted to say - or hear - was for or from Jilly only. Still, he was grateful for her attempt to defuse the situation. At the very least, it deserved a mouthed, thanks.