"Cause I remember
The day you followed me home
In a fit of reminiscence I took you in
A passionate skeptic with a dimpled smile
You framed yourself so well
You were a perfect 8x10."

-Alix Olson

"Hey girl," Marco said as he entered the crypt with their latest client.

"What's up?" Tru said as she put down her book and approached the gurney.

"We've got a white male, late forties," he said as he pulled back the sheet.

The man looked pale, as though all the blood had been drained from his body. There were two small holes on the side of his neck.

"What happened to him?" Tru asked, somewhat nauseated by the wound.

"Well let's see," Marco said as he pulled out his clipboard. "He
was found about a block from here in an ally. There seemed to be
some kind of struggle, and this strange bite wound seemed to be what
killed him. They think he died around midnight. The police really
don't know much else than that."

Tru studied that man's face. It wasn't necessarily the gruesome
wound that perturbed her, but rather the man himself. Despite the
lack of life in his body, he still seemed somewhat disturbed. She
shook her head as she pulled the cover back over him.

"Does it ever get any easier?" She asked.

"You get numb to it after awhile," Marco said as he headed towards
the door. "Oh, and by the way, his name is…let me see here…Rupert
Giles."

Tru sat at Davis' desk reading her book. She laid it down, unable
to concentrate on it. There were so many in the people in the crypt
tonight, she was just waiting for one to call out to her.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" She asked her self as she laid her
head down. "I really am crazy." She picked up the business card
that was lying next to her on the desk. It was the only thing


Rupert Giles had on him. "Magic Box?" Tru mumbled to herself,
confused by the card.

Just then a hollow voice echoed through the morgue. Startled, Tru
got up and headed over the newest member of their dead family. The
eerie voice got louder as she opened the door to where Rupert Giles'
body lie. A cold gust of wind traveled up her spine as she pulled
back the sheet to reveal his white face. Tru tensed up, waiting for
the moment he would turn to look at her. She finally released a
breath she didn't realize she was holding, when he didn't call out
to her.

"Thank God," she murmured when she realized she wouldn't have to
deal with twilight zone episode tonight.

Just then the man's face rolled over and looked her in the eye.

"Help me."