Making a face, Xander quickly flipped the channel. Documentaries had always been more of a Willow thing, but he especially could no longer stand them now. Every mention of another country brought to mind some monster they had fought. Russia reminded him of Baba Yaga, Romania of Dracula, and Scotland of Witches far uglier, older, and blacker in the soul than Willow would ever be. But Peru was the worst, reminding him always of the mummy who had wanted to keep him forever. Bugs crawled across the television; Xander turned it off. That was enough of old girlfriends for one night!

The End