Who: Andrew Wells and Xander Harris What: Xander just got to town. Guess who's finding him. When: Sunday afternoon. Where: Starts outside of a comic book shop. Rating: Probably pretty low. It's Xander and Andrew. Their curses consist of things like "Great googley-moogley!"
Buffy was out hunting and Andrew was left in charge. Granted, he was always in charge, right along with her, but he didn't have her there at the moment, and it didn't bother him at all. Whenever he was back at his branch of the Slayer army he was in charge on his own. But the fact that Buffy wasn't in town didn't mean he couldn't take a quick break every once in a while to head out.
And that's what he had done. Okay, so maybe he should find it weird that there were actual comic book characters swinging (or flying, running, meandering... however they felt the need to travel) around Lawrence, but he'd come to accept it. And it didn't make him stop reading his comics. Sure, he didn't read too much stuff about Superman and Spider-Man since they were in town, but there were others he liked. Such as the newest issue of Blackest Night that he had in his hands as he left the comic book shop. Andrew was ready to head back to the apartment building, where he could sit comfortably in his office and see what hero or villain had come back from the dead to exact revenge this month, and he was paying such close attention to the detail in the cover that he hardly noticed anything going on around him.