( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

I used to think I'd do anything to be away from there, now I almost wish I was back

This place is too much

The clinic here is nice. It's calming, in a lot of ways, to have something to occupy my time.

Okay, so...one second I'm basking in the extreme pleasure of actually seeing my school and the rest of the town fall into a crater, the next I'm in a library where the books have no words.

What's going on? Buffy? Willow?

Feeling restless and the punching bag ain't quite doing it today. Someone up for a spar?

( Letter for Dean Winchester )

( Letter for Sam Winchester )

Huh. So God's she's gone then? Just like that?

I don't much reckon that's a good sign.

Both the bosses are gone and no one seems alarmed. Right. Time to prepare for the worst.

This place is terribly quiet as of late. Can't have that, now can we?

Also, Aziraphale. If you don't get that bloody feline of yours to stop attempting to use my leg as a scratching post, I do believe I'm going to find out precisely how many ways one can, in fact, skin a cat. Even if I do already know the answer.

Yeah, kind of not digging the whole 'dumped in a library' thing. Because not that the shiny statue knights of doom aren't snazzy and all, but unconsciousness and kidnappings? Just not really my style.

And okay, libraries? Seriously? What is this, the 90s?