Re: That night... | Closed to DF
[Patrol is slow so Buffy heads back a couple of hours early and checks in on the prisoner. He's sleeping (?) soundly enough at first so she fiddles with her ipod and plays some stupid game on it. The screaming and thrashing cuts through the game's noise. She tugs her earbuds out and shoots to her feet.]
Hey! Hey! you're okay. [She fumbles with the lock for a few seconds.]