Patricia climbed out of her deteriorating 1989 Mitsubishi Galant. By deteriorating, of course, she meant that the paint was scratched and patchy in spots and the interior was worn right through in several areas, but the vehicle ran fine and that was all that was important to the Brit.

She had expected to find Faith at the bus station and she had been correct. She had seen the young slayer sitting on the platform talking flirtatiously with a ruggedly attractive but much older man. Thus the watcher had parked her automobile and she now approached her charge.

"Faith, please, stop this foolishness at once. You cannot just run off and take a bus to Missouri. You don't even know where he is residing. Missouri is quite a large state you realize.

"I'll find him, and I'll kill 'im. The scumbag deserves to be obliterated and you won't help me so I guess this bus is my only option." Pasty glared at Faith and shifted her gaze to alert Faith to the bystanders all staring at the two women. The older woman guided her younger companion around the corner of the building to provide for more privacy.

"What if I do…help you that is? If I agree to go with you will you come with me instead of taking this..this bus?"

"Really!?" Faith asked excitedly.

"I shall probably regret this, but yes, really. I am your watcher and since I can't stop you I suppose it is my duty to go with you."

"Thanks Pats! You won't regret this, I promise. I'm gonna kick this demon dudes ass right back to hell!" Faith hugged her watcher eagerly.

"Yes, well let's just hope you do." Patsy said resignedly as she led the fiery slayer towards the car.

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"So where are we know?" Faith asked through the menu she was looking at. They had stopped at a diner for dinner.

"Faith put the menu down when you talk to me. It muddles you voice and I can't read your lips."

"Jeese, OK, OK." Faith lowered her menu. "I asked where we were."

"We are in southern Ohio."

"And where's Missouri?"

"It's to the south west of us. It's just east of Kansas which is the geographical center of the country. Your country I might add. Don't they teach you anything in school these days. I'm from England and I know more about the States than you, a native born American."

"I am not and Indain."

"Not a Native American, Faith. A native born American, I mean that you were born here in the States."

"Oh well yeah."

The waitress approached the table. She pulled her pad from her apron and took a pencil from behind her right ear.

"Have you guys decided?" She asked with a deep Midwestern accent.

"Yes, I believe we have. I shall be having the chef salad with Italian dressing and a large glass of ice water. Faith?" the watcher glanced towards her slayer.

"Double bacon cheese burger with cheese fries and a large coke." She told the waitress.

"My God you do eat quite a bit don't you."

"What can I say, slayin give a girl a major case of the munchies. Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"A girl screamin' outside." Faith got up from the table and headed out of the restaurant. Patsy followed her.

"Hey, what about your food?" The waitress called after them.

"We'll be back, we …forgot something in the car." Patsy scurried out.

"Well, isn't this novel, the big bad vampire picking on the poor defenseless woman, you guys really gotta get a new gig." Patsy followed the sound of Faith's voice around to the back of the building.

"Why change a good thing?" The Brit rounded the corner just in time to see the vampire drop the woman he had been feeding on and approach Faith. Faith threw a roundhouse kick into the vampire's gut.

"Doesn't seem so good now does it?" The vampire growled and lunged at Faith. She thrusted her stake into his chest.

"Well that was anticlimactic." Faith commented as the vampire exploded into dust.

Pasty came out from behind the corner of the building. "Very well done Faith, now let us go eat." The woman walked back towards the diner.