PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I managed to get myself a job and one similar to what I had back home. I guess I just have to get used to not having Davis with me.

It feels so weird to be working at the County Morgue without him...

So I was watching infomercials last night since sleeping has become pretty much impossible for me lately and I realized something.

The man who stars in the old spray on hair ads is the same one who spent an hour last night trying to convince me to buy a contraption that vacuum seals clothing to keep moths from chowing down.

Then I realized that I recognized a man from an infomercial in the first place and have since decided that I clearly need to get out more some Ben & Jerry's to drown out how pathetic my life has become get my mind on something else.

[Buffy]
This afternoon - it looks about three or so - there's going to be a demon attack on a shopping complex just down the street from a building with a huge bird in front of it. If I had to guess, I'd say it's probably the Aviation Cafe just south of Ventura, but I won't swear to it.

The leader is going to have a little girl he's going to be holding hostage. I guess if you need any help or whatever, feel free to let me know. And this has to be the most awkward passing along of a vision in the history of doing so.

[Nathan]
You said that the hotel and AI were both technically mine now, right? Is there anything that needs to be done, any forms that need filling out, to make that legit? Lindsey's tried closing us down before based on legal technicalities. I don't want him to be successful this time.

[Spike]
I know you hate Peter. I get that and part of me can understand why.

But seriously, Spike, the Labyrinth? Please tell me you were drunk, or confused, or unconscious. Something to explain why you would think using a plot device from an 80's movie was a good way to handle your issues with Peter.

I feel like I've been gone for a long time...

So this is kind of just a general poll I guess. Who was dead before they came here? Or who died and came back at some point?

I have an announcement to make. I, Veronica Mars, am in love with the luscious lady Cordelia Chase.

Is this what death is then? It looks rather like where I was before. It's somewhat disconcerting to think that the afterlife is modelled in the image of Los Angeles. Unless, I'm not actually dead...which is equally unsettling.

Not that it isn't really great that people are finding others that they thought were lost forever and all...

but...I miss him.

How can all of these other people come back and Wesley is still dead and gone?

I just found Veronica in the lobby, she's unconscious. She won't wake up...

This is really depressing. I don't even want to go outside.

Right then. I'm in Los Angeles. In 2005. Sadly that's not even an especially abnormal day in the office. The explosion must have caused something to happen with the Rift. I just hope the others are alright. Owen's body can't repair itself if he's been injured. And I would hate for something to happen to Tosh.

Tosh? Owen? Jack?

Fuck. As much fun as typing one handed is, anyone useful for popping a shoulder back in place?

I think we need some tacos. Anyone want to come with me to get some? Preferably someone with powers?

I wish I was actually able to do something. I feel so useless. All I do is filing and looking after Aaron, while the rest of you are out saving people and the world.

Are you sure you want me in AI?

Anyone want to tell me why the sun hasn't risen yet?

Well, this is certainly interesting. L.A. without any sunlight. I can practically taste the mayhem already. I doubt I've seen a city this caught in the throes of terror since the Boxer Rebellion. The very air is simply intoxicating with the scent of the frightened and the weak. I can't wait for the fun to begin!

I'm...back?

I'm back!

Why am I at Wolfram and Hart again? Was I abducted?

Oh dear. How is this possible? I died, I remember.

Why can't I stay?