The next day's fifth period was spent the same as the day's before. Not a single word was coming to her mind. She looked around and found everyone else madly clicking away. She sighed deeply.
"Well," she told herself under her breath, "I might as well just start typing." She put her fingers in what she a t least thought was the correct position and began to type. She didn't look at what she'd just written until she placed a period at the end. Then she glanced at the words on the screen. "Mvem pulk chewack," she read. "Well, at least it's more creative than the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy grey dog." She tried again. This time she looked at her fingers as she hit the keys. She decided to just start writing about the frustration of not being able to write anything. She started hitting the letters, but when she looked up, she found the words she'd typed weren't there. Again she was staring at mvem pulk chewack. She leaned back away from the computer. She once more glanced around the room to find all of the other students also pulling away from their machines. Every one was proclaiming in large letters: MVEM PULK CHEWACK. she thought.
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"Okay, Giles, get this: I'm sitting in Creative Writing being uncreative and not writing, as usual, when I decide I might as well write something. I start to type and come up with this strange combination of letters. I try again and get the same thing. Suddenly, every computer in the lab has the same headline."
"What, exactly, did the blasted things say?"
"I don't think you should tell him," Willow piped up. "I mean, the computers are about to be useful again, maybe, and he's still insulting them. Maybe they're just fed up with him doing that."
"Interesting theory, Will. So you think this whole ‘mvem pulk chewack' deal is just the computers way of thumbing their noses at Giles?" Xander asked.
"Well, it sounds stupid when you say it like that. It made more sense in my head."
"‘Mvem pulk chewack,' this was the message?"
"Yeah."
"That sounds strangely familiar, but I can't place it."
"Wow. He can't remember! I think Giles' brain is on overload. You finally snapped, G-man," Xander baffled.
"I thought I told you never to call me that again."
"Sorry, it slipped."
"Where do you think you've heard it, Giles?" Willow asked trying to steer the gang back to the point.
"I don't know. I guess I'll have to do some reading, but it's such a vague reference. I'll get to work," and with that, he slipped into his office.
"Something's definitely up with him," Buffy declared when he was gone.
"Something's up with who?" Cordelia asked as she entered the library.
"Giles. He's very distant."
"And this is new, why?"
"It just is. I can't put my finger on it."
"I can," Willow said sheepishly.
"What, Will?"
"It's Miss Callander. He really misses her, and that whole ghost thing just brought everything back up. He can only repress so long."
"Your starting to sound like a therapist again, but you may be right," Xander replied.
"We should do something to help him," Buffy decided after a moment of silence.
"What can we do?"
"I don't know. All I know is that we need him right now and we've got to figure out some way to get him to help."
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