'It's raining old men.' That strange thought began what was in no way the strangest day of Willow's life. She had been carefully tending her garden, an activity highly recommended by the coven to help her avoid future little mishaps like her attempt to destroy the world, when an old man landed in front of her with an alarming thump. She froze for a moment before launching forward to check his pulse. To her great relief, she found one.

After casting a healing spell on him Willow was left to contemplate exactly what to do. He looked harmless enough. Actually, he looked like Gandalf, with his long white hair, beard, and what appeared to be a wizard costume. Still, years of living on the Hellmouth did not exactly lead to the kind of openness and trust where one lets just anyone into their home. Besides, falling from the empty sky just isn't the kind of thing that happens to normal people.

Her friends were all out of town, on their own missions to find and train the activated slayers. She would be risking no one but herself. If she had to defend herself, well, there were very few things these days that could harm her. To leave a wounded old man lying in her herb garden or not to leave him there, it was a ridiculous question. She sighed, stood up, and levitated him along behind her. He passed through her wards and into her home without setting anything off. That was a good sign. She settled him onto her couch and placed a blanket over him. All that was left to do was waiting. He awoke nearly five hours later.

"Where am I?" The soft question had Willow out of her reading chair and across the room to stare warily into confused blue eyes within seconds. He still didn't look evil, he looked lost.

"You're in the outskirts of Los Angelus. Do you remember how you got here?"

"I... he trailed off and stared blankly into space, "No, I don't remember."

"Well, um, hi! I'm Willow, nice to meet you."

"Willow? I don't know you?"

"Nope, the first time I saw you was when you dropped into my garden this morning."

"So, you don't know who I am?"

"No." Willow studied him. He looked serious. Did that mean he didn't know who he was either? Probably. This was so very not good. It didn't look like he was going to reply. It was time to change the subject. "Would you like some dinner?"