Anders was still sleeping, lying on his front, one arm hanging over the side of the bed and his head turned away and half buried in the pillow. Apart from the whole vampires wanting to eat him thing, he had enjoyed his time in Louisiana. Really enjoyed. But the door was gone and he was stuck in this fucking place again.
Back home, he would never have gotten away with sleeping the day away without at least one nagging phone call from Dawn about how he should be in for some such meeting and not to show up late or drunk or hungover. Even though he would turn up as at least one or all of them. Urgh. He missed Dawn's nagging.