"I'm not a bloody puppet. Let them try." Didn't seem to matter what I told her she wasn't listening. Knew she had good enough reasons to fear this demon and his pals but I wasn't one for throwing my hands up in the air and crying about it. Wiped the tear off her cheek, trying to think of something.
"We can't just give up and let em have you. Percy's a right smart bloke, he'll think of something. If he doesn't we've got other friends." Shook my head hating the idea of asking Buffy and her lot for help as soon as I'd said it.
"You want to go back? I'd rather be dust then know you were in hell. Wish to hell you'd get that." Flicked my butt out the window trying to think of a plan. Couldn't go back into Vegas and face ol Jerry. Staying anywhere else in the world was a bit of a crapshoot right about now.
"Still got that coconut bra and grass skirt at the flat luv?"