"Everyone get decent in there, here come the males," warned Xander through a shotty motel room door. He walked in with a boyish grin that could barely fit in the tiny room.
"Disappointed?" questioned Cordelia with a smile that threatend to match Xander's.
"I'm only disappointed from the waist down. I'm stoked to get Oz home," Xander replied candidly.
"Speaking of which," segued Giles, entering with newspaper in hand. He continued, "According to this, there have been a string of sightings of a 'large feral dog' around an abandoned warehouse here in Weberton. It matches the description of a werewolf."
"This is of the good," observed Buffy.
"Yes, but, the bad news is there has also been a young boy that has disappeared in conjunction with these sightings," added Giles.
Obligatory silenced ensued as the possiblity of a child dying at the hands of their friend sunk in.
"Well, it was to be expected. After all, werewolves hunt, it's what they do. It's not like Oz can help it, he's not in control," rationalized Xander with a worried glance towards his best friend.
"We're going to go down to the warehouse where the boy disappeared after we unpack, right?" inquired Buffy.
"Forget unpacking, let's go now," boldly stated Willow. Mutual agreement was received with the group's common lack of a reply.
"Hey, hey," yelled a voice accopanying a palette of exhuberant noises from the outside of the lodgings establishment. Out of force of habit, Buffy quickly found herself poised at the motel doorway. The others peered through a tarnished window to see what was going on. Outside was their beloved landlord Eddie embracing another equally indigent looking man as if he were his long lost brother.
The gathered onlookers caught Eddie's attention and he called out happily, "Hey, take a look at my pal Steve here."
"Steve," addressed Eddie, "Meet Mr. . ." His sentence tailed off as he searched for a name.
"Hey, what was your name again, pops?" hollered Eddie.
"Giles," came a shout back.
"Meet Mr. Giles, he's a new guy, an English dude with a very lovely vintage in chicks," introduced a still excited Eddie.
"Steve just got out of jail," joyfully yelled Eddie with a makeshift dance step and a playful grapple on his reunited aquaintence.
"How very sweet," Giles said, bathing in sarcasim. "Let's go, shall we?" he added with grumbled disgust.
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