Xanadu laughed. With Lorne it was easy to forget that they might be in danger, that whoever had placed them here had targeted them. That the two may have shared knowledge of the occult in common, and there might have been other similarities to link them together. That it was perhaps a clue.
Maybe Lorne was right. There was nothing hellish or demonic about being here at all.
"It's a date," she agreed cheerfully.
Slowly she stood from the table with the cane in one hand. She was tired and hoped that the motel was close.