Episode 2: Who? What? Where?
Xander walked over to the young girl lying in the street. "What happened?" he asked, kneeling next to Faith.
"I don't know," the slayer said. "I asked her who she was and she said that she didn't know and then she passed out."
Willow walked over to the girl and knelt beside her. "She's been through a lot but it's all jumbled. If she told you she didn't know who she was I think she was telling the truth. She must be an activated slayer. Maybe he brought her with him when he came here."
Faith put her sword to the girl's neck. "I don't know Willow. It's awfully weird to me. I mean after what we've seen, if this girl was marked by that slayer killer than how is she still alive?"
Willow shook her head. "I don't know but I also don't care. We're taking her to my apartment and we'll take care of her. Maybe when she wakes up she can tell us about what's going on."
Kennedy leaned over Willow's shoulder. "From far away she looks like a kid but she must be at least sixteen. That's the right age for a slayer."
Willow called Wood over and told him to put her in Xander's car. "Sorry if we get blood on the seats," Willow said as they started walking back to the car.
Xander smiled. "That's alright, I'm sure I've had worse on those old seats in years past. We do need to get her home though."
Andrew looked into the car. "With her in there there's not enough room for us all."
Faith handed Andrew her sword. "Kennedy and I will go back to the parking lot and get the cars. Xander can take Willow and this girl home and then one of us will drop off Kennedy on the way home."
Kennedy nodded, gave Willow a final hug, and started running after Faith. Willow got in the car beside Xander and turned around to look back at the girl. The t-shirt and shorts she was wearing exposed small white scars on her arms and legs. Willow hoped that she wasn't one of the bad guys. Even in this state the girl looked tough. Xander drove quickly through the streets of New Sunnydale and they quickly pulled up to the door of Willow's house. Xander pulled the girl out of the car and carried her upstairs.
Willow turned on the lights and put her bag of supplies on the kitchen table. "I'll go get the first aid kit and you can put her in Kennedy's room."
"Yeah," Xander said, walking towards the door. "It's not like she ever sleeps there."
Willow flashed him a smile before disappearing into the bathroom. Xander laid the girl down on the bed and noticed that the front of his shirt was covered in blood, and it wasn't coming from her nose. He carefully turned her on her side and saw a pattern of cuts in her shirt and her skin. There was a slight sparkle as something caught the light of the lamp and Xander pulled it out. He held the shard of glass in his hand and shook his head. The girl had fallen on a glass bottle and she had torn herself to pieces when she had.
Xander pulled out a few more pieces before Willow came back into the room carrying a white plastic box. "It's a good thing we're prepared for this," Xander said. "She fell on a bottle in the alleyway and ripped her side to shreds."
Willow looked at Xander. "I could heal her with magick and she'd wake up tomorrow morning never knowing what happened."
Xander shook his head, knowing where her hesitation was coming from. "It will be good to have her in a weakened condition, especially if she's one of the bad guys. She should heal fine anyway and if she is on our side then you can heal her after we find out."
Willow agreed quickly and the two friends set to work on the girl. Willow cut her shirt off her body and peeled it carefully away from her wound while Xander pulled out the remaining glass with a pair of tweezers. "Damn," he hissed as he dumped a handful of glass shard onto the bedside table.
Willow waited until he was done before cleaning the wound and wrapping it with strips of thick, clean gauze. She then checked the girl for any other wounds and washed the blood off of her face and neck with a wet cloth. Kennedy came in just as Willow was cleaning up the medical supplies. "How is she?" Kennedy asked.
Willow looked at the woman and shook her head. "She lost a lot of blood but we blocked the only wound we could find. Someone should stay here with her in case she wakes up."
Xander sat down in an armchair by the bed. "I'll take the first watch. You've both had a busy night. Get some rest."
Kennedy watched Willow walk by and take the medical kit back into the bathroom. "I'll come and relieve you in six hours but I'd like to switch between us until she wakes up. Willow's having a hard time sleeping."
Xander shook his head. "If you move you'll wake her up. Make it twelve hours. I can stay up as long as I can make coffee."
Kennedy smiled. "The kitchen's all yours. I'll see you in the morning."
Xander picked a paperback mystery off the bedside table and smiled at her. "Don't worry; I'll amuse myself with cheep and poorly written paperback mysteries where it's always the butler that does it."
Kennedy laughed. "You're in for a surprise, it wasn't the butler."
Xander opened the book and Kennedy shut the door behind her as she walked out of the room. He was in for a long night but Xander was up for the challenge.
Xander took anther drink of coffee. His fifth cup in the last two hours by his count. He had to choke it down but he also had to stay awake. It hadn't mattered that he hadn't done anything during the fight. His adrenaline had been running and now it was gone and his body felt like it had shut down. He opened the book again and started reading but the words blurred on the pages and he shut it again. He reached up to rub his eyes and felt the familiar black cloth patch over the empty socket that had once held his left eye. Xander shuddered and brought his hand back down.
That wasn't a time that he liked to remember but he found his thoughts drifting back to that time seven months ago when he had been so sure that he was going to die. And some of his friends had. Anya was lying somewhere in the deep crater that had been Sunnydale along with the bodies of at least a dozen potential slayers. Xander shut his good eye for a second and suddenly he heard a small groan. He opened his eye, not totally sure that the sound hadn't come from him. He looked at the girl lying on the bad and she groaned again and turned slightly. Xander got out of the chair and walked over to the bed. He noticed that her eyes were open. Bright green flecked with gold they stared up at him from the bed.
"Be careful," Xander said quietly. "You hurt yourself pretty badly back there. You must have jumped right into the fray. Are you okay?"
The girl nodded slightly. "I think so. My head hurts and my chest is tight but I'll be alright."
"Good," Xander said. "Now can you tell me what happened?"
"I don't know," the girls said shutting her eyes tightly. "I remember a bright flash of blue light and then I woke up in piles of trash. I saw some people fighting and then I passed out again. The next thing I remember is having this woman with black hair leaning over me and asking me something. That's all I know."
"What's your name?" Xander asked.
The girl looked up at him and shut her eyes again. "I don't know. I don't remember anything."
Xander shook his head. "How about where you come from? Maybe an address or phone number or even a state?"
The girl shook her head roughly. "I don't remember anything. That flash is the first thing that I know."
"Maybe you hit your head when you were attacked. You can speak so you obviously remember something. I'm sure it will come back to you."
The girl nodded. She obviously didn't believe him but was too tired to press the issue. "Who are you?"
Xander smiled. "I'm Xander and the woman that you saw leaning over you was Faith. We're friends. We brought you back to an apartment and bandaged you up. You might be sore for a few days but you fell on a glass bottle."
The girl leaned back on the pillow and smiled. "That's why I feel so cut up. Thank you for all the help. As soon as I'm better I'll leave and stop being an inconvenience."
"You're not one," Xander said. "I know this will sound strange but I think we've been looking for you."
"You're right. That does sound strange."
Xander smiled. "Get some sleep and I'll be back in the morning with something for you to eat. You're safe here."
The girl nodded. She took a breath as if to say something. She changed her mind and instead said, "Thank you Xander."
Xander smiled and walked out of the room. He left the door open a crack so he could keep an eye on the girl. He lay down on the sofa and took another drink of coffee. He had been planning to stay up but in a few seconds he was asleep, his light snoring the only sound in the dark apartment.
Xander woke up first and the apartment was quiet with light rays of sunshine flowing in the kitchen window and across the living room. Xander stretched and stood up. His neck protested from hours of sleeping at a weird angle but when Xander looked at his watch he saw that he had only dozed off about three hours ago. He let out a sigh and wondered why coffee waited hours to kick in. He walked over to Kennedy's bedroom door and peered inside. The girl was still there, fast asleep but her brow was furrowed as if deep in thought.
Xander smiled and settled down on the sofa opening the mystery novel that he had started last nigh. A few hours later Kennedy opened the door across the living room and walked out. She yawned and crossed towards the kitchen. "What are you doing out here?"
"The girl woke up last night. She can't remember anything before some flash of blue light and opening her eyes in the alley. Faith was the last thing she saw before she woke up last night. I'm thinking that she got hit on the head by that creature last night or something. She doesn't even know her name."
Kennedy nodded and poured herself a cup of coffee. "I let Willow sleep. She's exhausted. She didn't even wake up when I left."
"Well the girl's still asleep too so we'll just watch out for her. Do you thin Willow might be able to restore the girl's memory. That way if she is a slayer we can start training and if she's not then we'll be able to find out why she's so powerful."
"I think she might be able to. Willow said that if she was a slayer she was one of the most powerful slayers she had felt in a long time. She said that most of the slayers were just dots you know. There but not really able to be pointed out individually but that this girl was bigger than any of those dots."
Xander nodded. "Super slayer huh? Do you think she has tights and a cape?"
"Not in your size," Kennedy joked.
Xander looked hurt for a moment before smiling. "In a few hours I'll take her in breakfast and then when Willow wakes up we'll see what she can do."
Kennedy nodded in agreement before pouring herself a bowl of cereal.
The girl was propped up in bed when Willow walked through the door. She looked much stronger now and Xander said that her wounds were healing with surprising speed. Xander and Kennedy used that as proof that she was a slayer but Willow wasn't so sure. Not even Kennedy gave off power like this girl.
The girl looked up and saw Xander and Kennedy follow her in. "Hi," Willow said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm Willow."
The girl shook Willow's hand and smiled humorlessly. "Hi, I have no idea who I am."
Willow nodded and pulled out a pouch. "That's what we're going to try to fix right now. I think that you're strong enough. What would you say if I told you that I was a witch and that I want to use magik on you to try and revive your memory?"
The girl shrugged. "I'd say go on ahead."
Willow nodded. "You've obviously heard of witches before since you believe me."
The girl drew back. "Should I not?"
Willow smiled. "No, don't worry about it. What happened last night was that I summoned a demon with a spell. When we killed it we found you and we don't know how you got there."
The girl nodded and pointed to her head. "I want to find out what's in here. Like Xander said, I'm able to speak and I think I can read so I must have some kind of past."
Willow put her hands on the sides of the girl's head and closed her eyes. The girl looked at her closed eyes and gasped, she could feel something moving in her head, and it hurt. There was a bright flash and Willow fell back on the bed. The girl let out a yell and fell into her pillows. When she pushed herself up blood was running out of her nose. "What in the hell was that?"
"I don't know," Willow yelled back. "You have no memory, no nothing, no glimpse even. It's like you came from nothing."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I can't retrieve your memory even if you do have one. I can't find any memory. I mean you have a brain, you amazingly smart but it's like last night was the first time you ever opened your eyes. I'm afraid I can't help you but I can tell you one thing. You're not a slayer."
"A what?" the girl asked.
Kennedy sighed. "We're going to have to explain everything."
Xander took a seat. "This could take a while."
Two hours and a thousand questions later the girl looked at them with wide eyes. "If I hadn't seen that flash and that creature that you had been fighting I would think you were all full of shit. But for some unknown reason I believe you. I feel like I've been told almost the same thing before. Some things that you say or that you do bring back little pictures but they don't make any sense."
Willow nodded. "There's a chance that your memory could come back. I don't really know."
"What are we going to call her?" Kennedy asked, standing up and pacing around the bedroom.
"Hey," the girl said, "I'm right here. Don't talk about me, talk to me."
Kennedy shot her a glance. Willow looked up at Kennedy, her dark eyes flashing and Kennedy just let out a breath. "What do you want to be called?" Willow asked turning back to the girl.
The girl bit her bottom lip for a second, thinking this over. "When you first talked to me Xander you told me that I jumped into something. What was that word?"
Xander thought a moment. "Did I say fray? That you jumped into the fray?"
The girl nodded. "That's it. Fray. I want my name to be fray."
Willow smiled. "Alright then Fray, welcome to the Scooby gang."
Fray looked at her. "What?"
Willow smiled. "We'll explain later. Get your rest for right now and when you're strong enough we'll find you some clothes. There's a lot you need to learn."
Fray nodded and leaned back on her pillows. Kennedy, Willow, and Xander walked out of the room. Willow waited until the door was closed to turn on Kennedy. "What in the hell were you doing? You have no right to treat her that way."
Kennedy looked at Willow. "You seem damn ready to trust her when we don't know anything about her."
"I know that we know more about her than she knows about herself. She doesn't know who or what she is or where she's from. " Kennedy glared at Willow for another second or two before turning away. "I'm going to the Coven to see if they need me. I'll be back this afternoon."
Xander watched her walk away and heard the door slam shut behind her. "Welcome to New Sunnydale," he said. "Where if it's not weird it doesn't belong here."
Xander walked over to the young girl lying in the street. "What happened?" he asked, kneeling next to Faith.
"I don't know," the slayer said. "I asked her who she was and she said that she didn't know and then she passed out."
Willow walked over to the girl and knelt beside her. "She's been through a lot but it's all jumbled. If she told you she didn't know who she was I think she was telling the truth. She must be an activated slayer. Maybe he brought her with him when he came here."
Faith put her sword to the girl's neck. "I don't know Willow. It's awfully weird to me. I mean after what we've seen, if this girl was marked by that slayer killer than how is she still alive?"
Willow shook her head. "I don't know but I also don't care. We're taking her to my apartment and we'll take care of her. Maybe when she wakes up she can tell us about what's going on."
Kennedy leaned over Willow's shoulder. "From far away she looks like a kid but she must be at least sixteen. That's the right age for a slayer."
Willow called Wood over and told him to put her in Xander's car. "Sorry if we get blood on the seats," Willow said as they started walking back to the car.
Xander smiled. "That's alright, I'm sure I've had worse on those old seats in years past. We do need to get her home though."
Andrew looked into the car. "With her in there there's not enough room for us all."
Faith handed Andrew her sword. "Kennedy and I will go back to the parking lot and get the cars. Xander can take Willow and this girl home and then one of us will drop off Kennedy on the way home."
Kennedy nodded, gave Willow a final hug, and started running after Faith. Willow got in the car beside Xander and turned around to look back at the girl. The t-shirt and shorts she was wearing exposed small white scars on her arms and legs. Willow hoped that she wasn't one of the bad guys. Even in this state the girl looked tough. Xander drove quickly through the streets of New Sunnydale and they quickly pulled up to the door of Willow's house. Xander pulled the girl out of the car and carried her upstairs.
Willow turned on the lights and put her bag of supplies on the kitchen table. "I'll go get the first aid kit and you can put her in Kennedy's room."
"Yeah," Xander said, walking towards the door. "It's not like she ever sleeps there."
Willow flashed him a smile before disappearing into the bathroom. Xander laid the girl down on the bed and noticed that the front of his shirt was covered in blood, and it wasn't coming from her nose. He carefully turned her on her side and saw a pattern of cuts in her shirt and her skin. There was a slight sparkle as something caught the light of the lamp and Xander pulled it out. He held the shard of glass in his hand and shook his head. The girl had fallen on a glass bottle and she had torn herself to pieces when she had.
Xander pulled out a few more pieces before Willow came back into the room carrying a white plastic box. "It's a good thing we're prepared for this," Xander said. "She fell on a bottle in the alleyway and ripped her side to shreds."
Willow looked at Xander. "I could heal her with magick and she'd wake up tomorrow morning never knowing what happened."
Xander shook his head, knowing where her hesitation was coming from. "It will be good to have her in a weakened condition, especially if she's one of the bad guys. She should heal fine anyway and if she is on our side then you can heal her after we find out."
Willow agreed quickly and the two friends set to work on the girl. Willow cut her shirt off her body and peeled it carefully away from her wound while Xander pulled out the remaining glass with a pair of tweezers. "Damn," he hissed as he dumped a handful of glass shard onto the bedside table.
Willow waited until he was done before cleaning the wound and wrapping it with strips of thick, clean gauze. She then checked the girl for any other wounds and washed the blood off of her face and neck with a wet cloth. Kennedy came in just as Willow was cleaning up the medical supplies. "How is she?" Kennedy asked.
Willow looked at the woman and shook her head. "She lost a lot of blood but we blocked the only wound we could find. Someone should stay here with her in case she wakes up."
Xander sat down in an armchair by the bed. "I'll take the first watch. You've both had a busy night. Get some rest."
Kennedy watched Willow walk by and take the medical kit back into the bathroom. "I'll come and relieve you in six hours but I'd like to switch between us until she wakes up. Willow's having a hard time sleeping."
Xander shook his head. "If you move you'll wake her up. Make it twelve hours. I can stay up as long as I can make coffee."
Kennedy smiled. "The kitchen's all yours. I'll see you in the morning."
Xander picked a paperback mystery off the bedside table and smiled at her. "Don't worry; I'll amuse myself with cheep and poorly written paperback mysteries where it's always the butler that does it."
Kennedy laughed. "You're in for a surprise, it wasn't the butler."
Xander opened the book and Kennedy shut the door behind her as she walked out of the room. He was in for a long night but Xander was up for the challenge.
Xander took anther drink of coffee. His fifth cup in the last two hours by his count. He had to choke it down but he also had to stay awake. It hadn't mattered that he hadn't done anything during the fight. His adrenaline had been running and now it was gone and his body felt like it had shut down. He opened the book again and started reading but the words blurred on the pages and he shut it again. He reached up to rub his eyes and felt the familiar black cloth patch over the empty socket that had once held his left eye. Xander shuddered and brought his hand back down.
That wasn't a time that he liked to remember but he found his thoughts drifting back to that time seven months ago when he had been so sure that he was going to die. And some of his friends had. Anya was lying somewhere in the deep crater that had been Sunnydale along with the bodies of at least a dozen potential slayers. Xander shut his good eye for a second and suddenly he heard a small groan. He opened his eye, not totally sure that the sound hadn't come from him. He looked at the girl lying on the bad and she groaned again and turned slightly. Xander got out of the chair and walked over to the bed. He noticed that her eyes were open. Bright green flecked with gold they stared up at him from the bed.
"Be careful," Xander said quietly. "You hurt yourself pretty badly back there. You must have jumped right into the fray. Are you okay?"
The girl nodded slightly. "I think so. My head hurts and my chest is tight but I'll be alright."
"Good," Xander said. "Now can you tell me what happened?"
"I don't know," the girls said shutting her eyes tightly. "I remember a bright flash of blue light and then I woke up in piles of trash. I saw some people fighting and then I passed out again. The next thing I remember is having this woman with black hair leaning over me and asking me something. That's all I know."
"What's your name?" Xander asked.
The girl looked up at him and shut her eyes again. "I don't know. I don't remember anything."
Xander shook his head. "How about where you come from? Maybe an address or phone number or even a state?"
The girl shook her head roughly. "I don't remember anything. That flash is the first thing that I know."
"Maybe you hit your head when you were attacked. You can speak so you obviously remember something. I'm sure it will come back to you."
The girl nodded. She obviously didn't believe him but was too tired to press the issue. "Who are you?"
Xander smiled. "I'm Xander and the woman that you saw leaning over you was Faith. We're friends. We brought you back to an apartment and bandaged you up. You might be sore for a few days but you fell on a glass bottle."
The girl leaned back on the pillow and smiled. "That's why I feel so cut up. Thank you for all the help. As soon as I'm better I'll leave and stop being an inconvenience."
"You're not one," Xander said. "I know this will sound strange but I think we've been looking for you."
"You're right. That does sound strange."
Xander smiled. "Get some sleep and I'll be back in the morning with something for you to eat. You're safe here."
The girl nodded. She took a breath as if to say something. She changed her mind and instead said, "Thank you Xander."
Xander smiled and walked out of the room. He left the door open a crack so he could keep an eye on the girl. He lay down on the sofa and took another drink of coffee. He had been planning to stay up but in a few seconds he was asleep, his light snoring the only sound in the dark apartment.
Xander woke up first and the apartment was quiet with light rays of sunshine flowing in the kitchen window and across the living room. Xander stretched and stood up. His neck protested from hours of sleeping at a weird angle but when Xander looked at his watch he saw that he had only dozed off about three hours ago. He let out a sigh and wondered why coffee waited hours to kick in. He walked over to Kennedy's bedroom door and peered inside. The girl was still there, fast asleep but her brow was furrowed as if deep in thought.
Xander smiled and settled down on the sofa opening the mystery novel that he had started last nigh. A few hours later Kennedy opened the door across the living room and walked out. She yawned and crossed towards the kitchen. "What are you doing out here?"
"The girl woke up last night. She can't remember anything before some flash of blue light and opening her eyes in the alley. Faith was the last thing she saw before she woke up last night. I'm thinking that she got hit on the head by that creature last night or something. She doesn't even know her name."
Kennedy nodded and poured herself a cup of coffee. "I let Willow sleep. She's exhausted. She didn't even wake up when I left."
"Well the girl's still asleep too so we'll just watch out for her. Do you thin Willow might be able to restore the girl's memory. That way if she is a slayer we can start training and if she's not then we'll be able to find out why she's so powerful."
"I think she might be able to. Willow said that if she was a slayer she was one of the most powerful slayers she had felt in a long time. She said that most of the slayers were just dots you know. There but not really able to be pointed out individually but that this girl was bigger than any of those dots."
Xander nodded. "Super slayer huh? Do you think she has tights and a cape?"
"Not in your size," Kennedy joked.
Xander looked hurt for a moment before smiling. "In a few hours I'll take her in breakfast and then when Willow wakes up we'll see what she can do."
Kennedy nodded in agreement before pouring herself a bowl of cereal.
The girl was propped up in bed when Willow walked through the door. She looked much stronger now and Xander said that her wounds were healing with surprising speed. Xander and Kennedy used that as proof that she was a slayer but Willow wasn't so sure. Not even Kennedy gave off power like this girl.
The girl looked up and saw Xander and Kennedy follow her in. "Hi," Willow said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm Willow."
The girl shook Willow's hand and smiled humorlessly. "Hi, I have no idea who I am."
Willow nodded and pulled out a pouch. "That's what we're going to try to fix right now. I think that you're strong enough. What would you say if I told you that I was a witch and that I want to use magik on you to try and revive your memory?"
The girl shrugged. "I'd say go on ahead."
Willow nodded. "You've obviously heard of witches before since you believe me."
The girl drew back. "Should I not?"
Willow smiled. "No, don't worry about it. What happened last night was that I summoned a demon with a spell. When we killed it we found you and we don't know how you got there."
The girl nodded and pointed to her head. "I want to find out what's in here. Like Xander said, I'm able to speak and I think I can read so I must have some kind of past."
Willow put her hands on the sides of the girl's head and closed her eyes. The girl looked at her closed eyes and gasped, she could feel something moving in her head, and it hurt. There was a bright flash and Willow fell back on the bed. The girl let out a yell and fell into her pillows. When she pushed herself up blood was running out of her nose. "What in the hell was that?"
"I don't know," Willow yelled back. "You have no memory, no nothing, no glimpse even. It's like you came from nothing."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I can't retrieve your memory even if you do have one. I can't find any memory. I mean you have a brain, you amazingly smart but it's like last night was the first time you ever opened your eyes. I'm afraid I can't help you but I can tell you one thing. You're not a slayer."
"A what?" the girl asked.
Kennedy sighed. "We're going to have to explain everything."
Xander took a seat. "This could take a while."
Two hours and a thousand questions later the girl looked at them with wide eyes. "If I hadn't seen that flash and that creature that you had been fighting I would think you were all full of shit. But for some unknown reason I believe you. I feel like I've been told almost the same thing before. Some things that you say or that you do bring back little pictures but they don't make any sense."
Willow nodded. "There's a chance that your memory could come back. I don't really know."
"What are we going to call her?" Kennedy asked, standing up and pacing around the bedroom.
"Hey," the girl said, "I'm right here. Don't talk about me, talk to me."
Kennedy shot her a glance. Willow looked up at Kennedy, her dark eyes flashing and Kennedy just let out a breath. "What do you want to be called?" Willow asked turning back to the girl.
The girl bit her bottom lip for a second, thinking this over. "When you first talked to me Xander you told me that I jumped into something. What was that word?"
Xander thought a moment. "Did I say fray? That you jumped into the fray?"
The girl nodded. "That's it. Fray. I want my name to be fray."
Willow smiled. "Alright then Fray, welcome to the Scooby gang."
Fray looked at her. "What?"
Willow smiled. "We'll explain later. Get your rest for right now and when you're strong enough we'll find you some clothes. There's a lot you need to learn."
Fray nodded and leaned back on her pillows. Kennedy, Willow, and Xander walked out of the room. Willow waited until the door was closed to turn on Kennedy. "What in the hell were you doing? You have no right to treat her that way."
Kennedy looked at Willow. "You seem damn ready to trust her when we don't know anything about her."
"I know that we know more about her than she knows about herself. She doesn't know who or what she is or where she's from. " Kennedy glared at Willow for another second or two before turning away. "I'm going to the Coven to see if they need me. I'll be back this afternoon."
Xander watched her walk away and heard the door slam shut behind her. "Welcome to New Sunnydale," he said. "Where if it's not weird it doesn't belong here."