[ She thinks of the last time she saw Angel for a moment, memories overlapping, sliding across each other like loose photos--the ones you can't put in the family album, so she lets them go and tries focus on the here and now instead. ] And here I thought all puppets were demonic. [ She tries for a bit of lightheartedness but fails miserably while remembering her last quasi encounter; the latter had really just been a classmate experimenting with ventriloquism and a really, really creepy dummy who later turned out to be quite endearing. ]
Nothing happened per se, it's just . . . Really, really stupid, actually. Just venting really.
[ How she's finally going to tell Angel she remembers him being human and their perfect day together is a toss up at best just as it had been for nearly two years--God, has it really been so long?--now. She tries instead for a tiny smile. ]