The next day, he accosted Willow in the hallway. "Can you come to the library at lunch? Please. It's frightfully important." When she walked in at noon, he practically pounced on her and dragged her to the computer. "Willow, Jenny once told me of a monk who was knowledgeable about the hellmouth, and who would send out global mailings to people -- "
"Oh, you mean Brother Luka?" she asked brightly. "What about him?"
"Uh, I mean, well, can you contact him?" Giles asked. "I thought he had gone into some sort of computer underground, or something. Can you talk to him?"
"Sure. I can just email him. He came out from underground when the master died. What do you want the message to say?"
"Well, I mean, is there any way I can type it in myself?" Giles asked uncomfortably. He was as good as telling Willow he didn't trust her.
She blinked in surprise. "I guess so. I'll set it up for you, then you can just type it in and then move this pointer to here" she showed him how to move the mouse "and click this button down once. It should go right to him. Here." She set up the email, then quickly, before Giles could see what she was doing, she activated her "sent-mail" option. "All ready!" she said, a little too brightly. "Just click this button to log me out when you're finished. I have to get to class."
Willow returned later in the day to check her e-mail, and to find out what Giles had sent to Brother Luka. Feeling only slightly guilty, she logged in and opened her sent-mail folder. Her eyes got bigger and bigger as she read. Finished, she went back to the mailbox to read Luka's reply. "Giles!" she squeaked, sounding strangled. He appeared, alarmed, from behind the stacks. "Giles, I'm nosy, I know I am, I'm sorry, and I hope you can forgive me," she said all in one breath. He looked perplexed, then looked at the screen and understood.
"You looked at the letter I sent the monk." He said matter-of-factly
She nodded. "Yes, I'm sorry. But that's not all. I also looked at what he sent back to you. It might be possible, he says. It might be possible!"
Giles' shoulders, which had been creeping up toward his ears, relaxed. "It - it is?" he asked shakily.
Willow nodded eagerly. "Yes, it's possible, but you need my help." she said with certainty. He started to protest, but she went on speaking. "Listen! Miss Calendar's files had some information on this! I think she had been researching the same thing, at least, before the judge came: how to give a vampire with a human soul a human body as well… only, without the part about the vampire's being in hell." She finished uncertainly.
"I, well… yes, that part does seem to pose the difficulty," he admitted. "Uh, may I see the letter he sent you?"
Later that night, Giles brewed himself a pot of tea and sat down with a large mug. He reached toward the telephone, then hesitated. He stared at it, took a sip of tea as if to strengthen himself, then picked up the phone and dialed the number he'd scribbled down earlier.
"Uh, hello? I'd like to speak to Father Joseph, please. Oh, hello, sir. My name is Rupert Giles. I was, uh, given your name by Brother Luka; he said you might be able to help with a certain project that I've been researching. Can I come and see you at some point? Tomorrow? Yes, thank you, that will be fine. Uh, goodbye… and thank you."
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