"You're joking, right?" The look on Xander's face showed that he clearly wasn't. "When? Dammit these are the only vacant livable places on this bloody island!" The sun had sunk below the horizon and he opened the door to see the demolition notice laying where he'd crumpled it up and thrown it when he first moved in. He picked it up and uncrumpled it. "This week? Bloody... Where am I going to find a place to stay..." he refused to say 'that he could afford' but the truth of it was, he didn't have a quid to his name.