The Watchers had Adam Pierson checking out an archaeological dig in some backend of nowhere village, just in case something Important turned up. It happened sometimes. Methos was nursing a beer in the local pub when he felt the Buzz- not a pain, tingle, or hum, but a clear clarion call of horns. His eyes darted around in alarm; what sort of Immortal was this?
A young-seeming man in a tweed jacket and bowtie appeared next to him. "If I were you," he said in a low voice, "I'd get going now. Things are about to get a little hairy."