“Hey, it’s me. Yet again. Who else would it be, this time of night? ‘Cept maybe your snookums, but he hasn’t been up here since day fifty-seven. Things must be too sticky in LA to come. Elsewise, it’s too hard to see this hunk of stone and be reminded that you’re not here anymore…
“Sorry, frog in my throat. Anyway, bad day for Dawn. The bot says there was shouting, doors slamming, and something broken. Tears and recrimination. A lot of ‘You’re not my moms!’ to the witches. School’s thinking about suspending her for cutting class. Tomorrow’s our night to go out, give the girls a break. They’re trying. They’re not you, though. Or Joyce…
“Sorry, frog again. M’gonna try and talk Dawn into getting back into her studies. Break out the old ‘William before he was turned’ shtick. She’ll get a right kick out of it. It’ll be humiliating, but anything for Dawn. I made that promise to protect her. Even it means protecting her from herself. I failed that night, but it’ll never happen again. I swear it.
“Otherwise, things ‘round here have been quiet. Staked one vamp, and the denizens at Willy’s are laying low. The bot didn’t see much action, either. Not sure I like it. Think I’ll swing by the Watcher’s and see if something nasty’s coming up on the calendar.
“I reckon that’s it for tonight. I’ll be back tomorrow, let you know what happened with Dawn.
“I miss you…
“Sorry, frog again. Not that tasty. Don’t recommend.”
End