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131 - "Dignity. Always, dignity." - 'Singin' in the Rain'

It is not easy to keep one's chin up and one's upper lip quite stiff when laying on a wheeled ambulance gurney with an oxygen mask strapped to one's face. However, as I recall the incident, I believe I was doing an admirable job of both. My friend and colleague Rupert Giles may very well remember the time differently, but I believe my report to be quite accurate.

After as spectacular an end to the battle with as massive and powerful a demonic creature as the one calling itself Mayor Richard Wilkins, the fact that there were only a handful of fatalities, a few dozen casualties and that the sole victim of property damage was the Sunnydale High School facility, caused the forces of good to be counting ourselves quite fortunate. I, unfortunately, was not able to consider myself as fortunate as most, though, as I was one of those injured in the melee.

I was-- in a tactical coincidence I know look back on as amusing, considering where life would eventually take me-- assigned to the group under Angel's command. Our mission was to provide support for the forces that would directly engage the Mayor-turned-monster by taking on the small legion of vampire henchman that Wilkins employed.

Naturally, as a Watcher, I was in the vanguard of this detachment, and was one of the very first to clash with a vampire. As was statistically probable, this then resulted in my being one of the first to receive an injury in the line of duty. Unfortunately, it was a grave enough hurt to take me out of the rest of the battle, a fight that the others carried on well.

Later, as I was being tended to by Sunnydale EMTs, Giles came by to debrief me on my part in the fighting. I could tell that he was surely holding back something, no doubt expressions of concern and sympathy. Like myself, he is both a Watcher and a British gentleman and as such, er, such things are not our way.

He did, however, assist me in obtaining proper pain relief for my injuries, for which I am grateful.

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222 - Sleeping on the couch

From the desk of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
Petrie Budget Apartments
Sunnydale, California

18 January 1999

Dearest Mother,

I am hoping this letter finds both you and Father well.

At the top of this letter you may find my current mailing address for use while I am assigned here in Sunnydale, at least for the time being.

A letter home )

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49 - "They pose as saints, but are full of lies!" - 'Seven Samurai'

There is nothing so insidious as an enemy that wears a friend's face. It's the reason that so many tales of horror and suspense involve creatures capable of taking on familiar or innocuous forms. Our psychology is such that certain visual cues have come to mean "innocent" and "safe" and "unthreatening" just as surely as we have learned to recognize the dangerous or unwanted on sight.

What lies beneath )

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196 - Congratulations! You've been granted one wish. What is it?

I'd have been a better Watcher, back in Sunnydale.

No, more than that, I would go back to those days myself. Before I start hearing the horror stories and usual admonishments about time travel and the catastrophic butterfly effects of changing history and possible paradoxes, this is a hypothetical question. I would send me as I am now to serve as Watcher, mentor and guide to the two willful and determined Slayers, rather than the self-important prig sent by the Council.

Down the line )

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