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In the apartment, Beth sits huddled in an armchair that feels far too big for her, clasps her hands tightly in her lap and tries to stop shivering.

"I know them," she says, her voice hollow.

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[stilljustandrew]

"That's we meaning Angel Investigations if you're okay with it," Andrew says, "and we meaning the Watchers' Council if you're not, I don't care which, just gimme a clue here."

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Gunn lets out an exasperated breath and steps over to Lorne, carefully tugging at his jacket to find his cellphone. "Who'm I calling?" he asks Beth.

She lets out a shaky sigh. "She's in there as Doc. Just tell her where, she'll come."

He flips open the phone, and thumbs down to the number.

[stilljustandrew]

"Thanks," murmurs Andrew, and digs into his pocket for his own cellphone. Call Willow, first thing, see how long it'll take to set up a transit spell to the Academy; hope it won't be long enough for the three vigilante Slayers to start having other ideas. Get them all there, that's the first thing.

Then the real mess starts.

For a moment he envies Jonathan, whose problems right now are limited to a post-vision migraine.