Xander, meanwhile, knew that sulking didn't help things. Brooding maybe, since Angel does it all the time, and chicks love it. Never really understood why that was. Maybe it was the tall, dark, and mysterious thing? Or the fact, he could turn into a cold-blooded (literally) killer in an instant? He sighed. *This is getting me nowhere.* He had to find out the truth. Maybe if he could learn what happened with Gregory and Catherine, he and Willow won't make the same mistakes. Otherwise, neither of them had much time left.
*Ok, how do Giles and Willow do this? Gotta think. Need facts. Need to get information. * Synapses fired across his brain, and the neurons transferred data to each other. Then, a thought appeared in his mind suddenly. Robert. That guy who was drooling over Catherine. Maybe he was still alive? Then again, it had been about 70- 80 years ago, no way in hell the guy could still be alive. Still, it was worth a shot. He picked the telephone, and dialed 411. The operator answered promptly.
Xander then said, "Yeah, hi, I'm looking for a number in New York, first name, Robert."
"Last name?"
Last name, what was his last name? Ok, c'mon brain, work! He closed his eyes. No... no... there! "Winters. Of Winters Corporation."
"Yes, there is a Robert Winters. Do you want the number?"
"Yes please." He grabbed a nearby pen and paper.
"212-555-4572," The falsely perky voice, most likely which had been burgeoned with several cups of coffee strong enough to melt metal spoons, replied.
"Got it, thanks." He disconnected, and then took his finger off the button to dial. The phone rang several times before an answering machine came on. He glanced at the time. That's right, they were a couple of hours ahead. It was already after midnight, who could be up at this hour?
He then said after the beep, "Mr. Winters, I have a message for you. Please call back at this number," He then rattled his phone number, and then appended the message with, "Also, Catherine wonders if you're as lovely as you were." He then disconnected.
*Ok, how do Giles and Willow do this? Gotta think. Need facts. Need to get information. * Synapses fired across his brain, and the neurons transferred data to each other. Then, a thought appeared in his mind suddenly. Robert. That guy who was drooling over Catherine. Maybe he was still alive? Then again, it had been about 70- 80 years ago, no way in hell the guy could still be alive. Still, it was worth a shot. He picked the telephone, and dialed 411. The operator answered promptly.
Xander then said, "Yeah, hi, I'm looking for a number in New York, first name, Robert."
"Last name?"
Last name, what was his last name? Ok, c'mon brain, work! He closed his eyes. No... no... there! "Winters. Of Winters Corporation."
"Yes, there is a Robert Winters. Do you want the number?"
"Yes please." He grabbed a nearby pen and paper.
"212-555-4572," The falsely perky voice, most likely which had been burgeoned with several cups of coffee strong enough to melt metal spoons, replied.
"Got it, thanks." He disconnected, and then took his finger off the button to dial. The phone rang several times before an answering machine came on. He glanced at the time. That's right, they were a couple of hours ahead. It was already after midnight, who could be up at this hour?
He then said after the beep, "Mr. Winters, I have a message for you. Please call back at this number," He then rattled his phone number, and then appended the message with, "Also, Catherine wonders if you're as lovely as you were." He then disconnected.