Part 10
(TIME UPDATE: APPROXIMATLY 20 HOURS LEFT)
They'd gathered around the fire place, looking through all the old books. They searched, never leaving a page unturned, making sure they'd checked everywhere. After an hour or so, they ran out of books to read.
"Now what?" Buffy asked meekly, cuddled in Angel's arms, looking at Spike who sat in the chair to her left. "Go find more books," he stated, getting up and heading for the door."
"Wait! We should come help, more hands means more books," Buffy reminded him, jumping up and pulling Angel with her, running after him. "Bloody hell. Fine let's go," he muttered, swinging the door open and stalking out to the car.
Buffy looked back at Angel and grinned, he just smiled back as she dragged him down the path. The all hopped in the car, Spike driving, Buffy and Angel in the back, and were off to Giles's old apartment.
Buffy was shocked by what she saw. She slowly walked through the garden towards the place Giles used to call home. Gripping Angel's hand tightly, she followed Spike through the door, or what was left of it, most of it had been ripped off. Inside was just as bad as she'd expected, most everything burned, torn, and extremely misplaced.
Buffy gasped slightly as a piece of the ceiling fell about 2 feet away from her. Angel put an arm around her shoulder, and led her to where Spike knelt searching through the layers of books, furniture, and ash.
"Here, this could have something," he said handing Angel the one he'd found. He flipped through it lightly, then tucked it safely under his arm. "Oh here's somethin' that looks gypsy-ish," he said giving that to Buffy.
It went on similar to that for about another hour, when they'd looked at everything they could find, and had made a few trips to dump the books in the car. They counted about 60 more books were found, while they only took the readable ones, about 30. Then went back to start looking in them.
They now sat in their previous positions, a total of about 70 books strew about them. "Okay, we did try to keep the ones we already looked through separate from the ones we didn't, right?" Buffy asked skeptically, gazing at the rows of books that never seemed to end. "I think the ones we've read are farther out..." Angel speculated, then shrugged when he got unsure glances from the two.
Spike stood up and went over to one book and looked at it, "I've read this one. I'm positive, so I'm guessing these out here are the old ones. Slayer, come look for ones you've checked." Buffy reluctantly walked over near Spike and bent down, searching for ones that looked familiar, "That one..."
After a lot time wasted figuring out which ones not to look through, and which ones to look through, they began to search, and search, and search.
(TIME UPDATE: APPROXIMATLY 20 HOURS LEFT)
They'd gathered around the fire place, looking through all the old books. They searched, never leaving a page unturned, making sure they'd checked everywhere. After an hour or so, they ran out of books to read.
"Now what?" Buffy asked meekly, cuddled in Angel's arms, looking at Spike who sat in the chair to her left. "Go find more books," he stated, getting up and heading for the door."
"Wait! We should come help, more hands means more books," Buffy reminded him, jumping up and pulling Angel with her, running after him. "Bloody hell. Fine let's go," he muttered, swinging the door open and stalking out to the car.
Buffy looked back at Angel and grinned, he just smiled back as she dragged him down the path. The all hopped in the car, Spike driving, Buffy and Angel in the back, and were off to Giles's old apartment.
Buffy was shocked by what she saw. She slowly walked through the garden towards the place Giles used to call home. Gripping Angel's hand tightly, she followed Spike through the door, or what was left of it, most of it had been ripped off. Inside was just as bad as she'd expected, most everything burned, torn, and extremely misplaced.
Buffy gasped slightly as a piece of the ceiling fell about 2 feet away from her. Angel put an arm around her shoulder, and led her to where Spike knelt searching through the layers of books, furniture, and ash.
"Here, this could have something," he said handing Angel the one he'd found. He flipped through it lightly, then tucked it safely under his arm. "Oh here's somethin' that looks gypsy-ish," he said giving that to Buffy.
It went on similar to that for about another hour, when they'd looked at everything they could find, and had made a few trips to dump the books in the car. They counted about 60 more books were found, while they only took the readable ones, about 30. Then went back to start looking in them.
They now sat in their previous positions, a total of about 70 books strew about them. "Okay, we did try to keep the ones we already looked through separate from the ones we didn't, right?" Buffy asked skeptically, gazing at the rows of books that never seemed to end. "I think the ones we've read are farther out..." Angel speculated, then shrugged when he got unsure glances from the two.
Spike stood up and went over to one book and looked at it, "I've read this one. I'm positive, so I'm guessing these out here are the old ones. Slayer, come look for ones you've checked." Buffy reluctantly walked over near Spike and bent down, searching for ones that looked familiar, "That one..."
After a lot time wasted figuring out which ones not to look through, and which ones to look through, they began to search, and search, and search.