People keep coming up to me in the street and hugging me, saying they're proud of me and am glad I'm better. I keep trying to explain I'm not who they think I am, but it seems cruel when they're only being nice and supportive of one of their heroes.
Maybe I should start using glamours on myself so I look different?
[Filtered to Wesley] How is your job going? I went and bought some Smarties yesterday and thought of you. Thanks for showing me that shop. It's been a life saver when I'm homesick.
Do you know Rupert Giles? I'm going to his shop for a meeting tonight. He reminds me of my drummer's Dad. But that's not the reason I'm going!
[Filtered to Lilly] Are you still willing to show me that rock club?