Eventually Angel yanked Spike off the ground and threw him into a chair, producing a satisfied smile as his body landed. The beating inflicted by Dawn must have been finally kicking in, she really must have hurt him. Angel pulled Dawn up and sat her on a desk, tucking her hair behind her ear he finally studied her appearance. With a jolt, Angel realised how amazing she looked. She was gorgeous, and the figure hugging clothes accentuated all the right places. He took a step back and shook the thought from his mind. Picking up her bound wrists he pointed to the rope,
"Promise your not going to string us all up by our entrails if I remove these." She just silently nodded. He set to work at untying Spike's expert knots. "Besides I don't think you could take all three of us!" She raised her eyebrows at him,
"I wouldn't be too sure of that." He just grinned back,
"In the meantime though, you're more than welcome to beat Spike to a bloody pulp." She just grimaced as she rubbed the rope sores on her arms, whilst Angel heard an indignant protest by Spike from behind him.
Dawn sat herself in one of the big, comfy chairs and watched as the other three placed themselves in similar places around her. She noticed with a smirk that Wesley had put a large axe behind him, within easy reach.
"Nervous Wes?" He looked at her gravely.
"I think I have good reason to be, don't you?" His hand went up to rub his aching neck.
"I guess you're smarter than I thought." Wesley grimaced at her cold, but amused tone. She had slipped a stake from her sleeve and was now twirling it in her fingertips. She looked pointedly at the two vampires and Angel just smiled lightly whilst Spike shot her back with the same challenging look.
"I don't think any of you can possibly explain why you're here. There should be at least three more. I remember Willow saying something about a girl, and Faith something about a guy, Gav? Gez? Geeves? - "
"Gunn." Angel helpfully supplied.
"Yeah, that was it. And what about Cordy? Where is she…shopping I suppose, that would at least explain that," Dawn quietly noted the flinch from Wesley and Angel at the mention of Cordelia's name, and figured another life sacrificed for the fight…that's if these lot were really who they played, "Willow told me you lived in a kick ass hotel too, this certainly isn't a hotel. But you know, those would be the explainables, how about the fact, someone who looks like Spike, is standing right in front of me. Spike's, well, the stupid bastard is dead, has been for nearly ten years. Dust on the wind doesn't quite warrant a resurrection. So who the hell are you?" Both Angel and Wesley had seen the way Dawn's face had momentarily fallen, a hint of sadness detectable in her voice, but she had hardened again. It was evident she was resigned to being impenetrable. Spike, on the other hand, spoke up.
"Where the hell do you get off calling me a stupid bastard?! You're the one who could have gotten herself killed tonight. Christ Dawn! How the hell would any of the stupid Scooby gang feel if they saw you throwing your life away because you think you can look after yourself!" He had jumped up and was screaming.
"How dare you. Don't you ever mention them around me like that again. You weren't there when they went, you weren't there for the years after Sunnyhell went boom. You have know idea how they'd feel about what I'm doing, which, by the way, is none of your bleedin' business! What does it matter anyway, they're not here, and the Slayers are picking up the fight, I'm just left to do my thing. If I go out fighting, good day to the world. It's not like I can have a normal life now. In case you'd forgotten I gave you a royal ass whipping tonight, Spike, and you'd best not forget that. Looking after myself is the only thing left I know how to do!" They had grown closer and closer now. Angel just watched, as did Wesley and they had both been surprised at the mannerisms they shared, the way Dawn occasionally used the same words Spike was famous for and the similar smirks they both bore. After the words had registered with Spike he started taking predatory steps towards the girl, who stood her ground and stared him down.
"You might have bruised me, 'bit. But I knocked you out with out breaking a sweat when I found my bearings," He had stalked right up to her, and was looking at her rather hungrily. She stared back, but was clearly surprised and slightly scared of the predatory way he looked her up and down. "I could have sank my teeth into you neck and drank you dry any second I wanted, and then poof, bye bye Dawnie." His hand had crept onto her neck and she slapped into away,
"Don't call me Dawnie, or Bit or any other denomination you come up with. I'm not that person anymore and you'd be better off keeping that in mind." Spike seemed unfazed and carried on his verbal assault.
"To be honest with you, if I had intended on killing you, drinking you dry wouldn't have been my first thought," His hand dropped to caress her hip roughly, " The way you were rolling your hips into mine, I would have torn you apart from the inside out before you could have even screamed. The ass-clinging trousers, barely there top," his fingers had traced the pattern of his words and he didn't even flinch when his finger ran over the jewelled cross around her neck and steamed, his fingers ended tracing the outline of her lips, as he leant into her, less that a hair away, "…The blood red lips, if that's one of your ways of looking after yourself, you're really going to be taken care of, Dawn." Dawn just stared at him indignantly. "You're just a kid." He finished simply. She shot her fist out and he caught it in his hand, slamming her into a wall. At this point Angel stepped up and pulled the two apart.
"Angel, tell me he still has his soul, because if he doesn't, you're going to be needing a dust buster." Angel held the girl back.
"He still has his soul, Dawn. Look, the powers brought him back, we don't know why, but they did. Just like when I came back from hell."
"Why should I believe you?"
"You're just going to have to trust me, Dawn." At this, she sank back into her seat; she didn't care anymore. What difference did it make anyway. She was tired of not seeing the familiar faces.
"You never told us. You never told her, you son of a bitch, Spike." Spike didn't bother retaliating. Angel interrupted; it was time for some explanations.
"Dawn, we thought you were dead? When we heard, well when we heard what had happened, we assumed that you all died. That was four years ago." Dawn sighed and started to explain. She figured she needed to get it off her chest, what did it matter now anyway.
"They all did, die I mean, except me. I was killed, but I didn't die. The key, apparently I'm not getting turned into another form again. I spent hours pouring over Giles' books after it happened. I had to track one last book down; I eventually found it in Cheshire, in England. It turns out that if the key is made into human form she will live out her years, and die naturally, which is when the key is destroyed. The thing is that if someone tries to kill the key by natural means, a sword through the heart, etc, and it has no connection to a supernatural ritual, the very moment the heart stops, the key is, how do I say this, extinguished, if you like but the human form becomes immortal. There was a whole other pile of junk that goes with it, but that's the basics. So I'm stuck at 24 for the rest of eternity, unless the ritual for the destruction of the key is performed, then as the shell of the former key, I die out naturally and my human form goes to heaven. But considering those texts were destroyed there's not much chance of that happening.
The bomb that killed the others blasted through most of the town, Xander and I were the only survivors. We had been together for about three years. A year after The First we sort of fell together. We never married though, we never saw the point, it didn't really seem to mean anything after all that had happened. I loved him, I really did. He loved me too, I knew he would always been in love with Anya on some level, but he loved me with every ounce he could. We moved through the country and settled in New York. A few months later we were on our way home, we had been out to a club dancing, and a group of demons that we had run into in the past with Buffy, they had heard about her death, and, well, they wanted revenge for the ass kicking they had received. Since we were the only ones left, we inherited the reason for them to want to beat us to a bloody pulp. We all fought for a while, Xander and I holding our own for a long time, but neither of us were a Slayer, so eventually they got me in the heart with a crossbow. After that, I think Xander just gave up. It was a matter of seconds before I awoke, and Xander had already been hit. I held him whilst he died. I was the last thing he saw before his eyes closed, he just whispered 'Dawn?'." At this point Dawn had been drawn into her memories and her eyes had clouded over. The others just listened intently.
"Well, after he died, I gave up for weeks, and lived on the streets, despite the fact I still had our apartment. Then I woke up one day and just decided to leave. I gathered my things, the ones I wanted to keep, and set off to find out exactly why I wasn't six foot under. I left everything that meant something in the apartment, we owned it; all my pictures and journals are there. Ever since I've travelled with a few clothes and essential weapons, patrolling the night, if you like. I haven't been back since."
"Dawn, why didn't you come and find me, you knew you would have been more than welcome." Angel questioned desperately. The girl's story had brought a lump to his throat.
"What would I have said, Angel? I thought about it, I really did. But I decided that you didn't need me intruding."
"You wouldn't have been intruding." Dawn just smiled sadly. At this point Angel realised that Spike had gotten up and left the room, after Dawn had finished. This was definitely going to take some time.
"Look, it's nearly daybreak, why don't we all get some sleep? Then we can talk everything through later." Angel got up and offered a hand to Dawn. She rubbed her eyes tentatively before taking his hands.
"Angel, not all of us keep vamp hours, Dawn, would you like to sleep, or I could make you something to eat?" Wesley ran a hand through his hair and blinked several times, trying to focus through his fatigue.
"Its okay Wes, I've kinda been keeping fang hours for years now. Habit and all. Angel, I mean, staying here? I have somewhere I can go. No one really needs this right now." Dawn ran a hand through her own hair and stared vacantly at Angel.
"Who am I kidding? None of us have seen daylight in months…sleep is a very attractive option right now." Wesley sighed as he disappeared into another room.
"Dawn, you don't have a say in this, you're staying here, for a good while if I have my way. We all have issues, and I really think you need to spend some time here, even if its just sorting things out with Spike. We all need you here Dawn." He looked at her sadly. There were just some things that didn't change.
"Please, don't mention bleach boy. Right now, it's probably a good idea to put us a separate ends of the building." They both smiled slightly but Dawn looked far from amused. Wesley came back in at that moment holding two mugs, one with water in, which he handed to Dawn and the other with some warm blood in, which Angel took eagerly.
"I'm going to bed, good night. Sleep well Dawn. I'll probably be gone before either of you wake, I have a meeting to attend to. I also have to tell Jave to make sure those Signorts leave town, Angel." He nodded to both the people before him who nodded back. Wesley then disappeared into a lift.
The two people left in the room sat in silence for a while. Dawn sighed as she stared into her cup.
"He doesn't mean what he says Dawn. Some things have changed; he's changed. He's still Spike but, well after coming back he was as sarcastic as always, what you would expect from Spike, but since we heard about the accident, for a long time now, he's been different. He still has his soul, but…"
"But he's more like soulless Spike than souled? He seems as if he's William the Bloody all over again. When I first met him, I was sitting on the stairs, back home; he came in with Buffy and Mom. It was when you were all fangified. They didn't know I was there; he did though. Even then, he loved being him. He revelled in it. He smiled at me, made some off hand comment, I remember him insulting Buffy, we laughed and it was like I had a secret friend. One Buffy didn't have. When he started," Dawn looked at Angel nervously, "When he was back again, with the chip, he was so much like a big brother it was scary. Things were different between him and I compared to the rest of the gang. Anyway, he, now he seems, he seems like William the Bloody, but only darker? Am I sounding of the insane?" Dawn's babble had exploded into a plea for verification that she was not losing it. He looked at her with understanding and for once she didn't resent the bearer of such a look.
"I know, I really do. You're not losing it. I know Spike still cares, after all, he brought you home, but he doesn't really care. I think that if Wesley or I weren't here, well…It's like he has nothing to care about anymore Dawn, everything he did, everything he did care about is dead. Apart from you. He needs this Dawn, he needs something only you can give him." Dawn looked at Angel as if he had grown a third head.
"Angel, don't be stupid, he wants Buffy. When he looks at me, he wishes it were Buffy standing here, not me. He resents me for being the one that survived. It's Buffy you guys end up loving, it's Buffy you want. Angel, don't act like I'm wrong. I'm just second prize, I come along as an extra." By this point she was screaming, on her feet and screaming. It was hard to believe that these people still thought everything had to be sugar coated when around her. Angel stood up to face her and spoke softly.
"Don't be stupid Dawn. Sure he loved Buffy. He once told me that to love someone is one thing but to be loved back is another. He told me that he loved her but to be in love he needed that love back, and it wasn't until years later that he could face up to the fact. He still looks at the pictures I have of you two, and Willow. He cried over it for days. It broke him up about Buffy, but no more than it did about you. He told me how much he loved you, how much you meant to him. He told me how after he tried to rape Buffy, he couldn't face you, how when you threatened him with setting him on fire, he knew you meant it and it broke him inside to know that he'd lost your trust. After those first days, he closed up; he hardened. I haven't seen him feel as much as I did tonight. You evoked more feeling in him than I have seen in years. It may have been anger, but at least that's something. He needs you here, and so do I." Towards the end he realised he had almost been begging her with his eyes and the tone of his voice. Dawn was looking at him, she realised that they were awfully close and they were almost clinging on to each other with their words. He reached out to hold her and in her surprise she tipped her head to look at him. Their lips were almost touching and at that very moment she wanted nothing more to take comfort in him. When he saw her there, he forgot she was Buffy's sister, he saw this amazing, beautiful woman. They stayed like that for several minutes until reality kicked in. Both pulled away from each other and stuttered over a choice of words. Finally they just laughed quietly until Angel offered to show Dawn to her room, after which he went to his own. She was Buffy's little sister, what the hell was he thinking?
For the rest of that day the building was eerily quiet.
"Promise your not going to string us all up by our entrails if I remove these." She just silently nodded. He set to work at untying Spike's expert knots. "Besides I don't think you could take all three of us!" She raised her eyebrows at him,
"I wouldn't be too sure of that." He just grinned back,
"In the meantime though, you're more than welcome to beat Spike to a bloody pulp." She just grimaced as she rubbed the rope sores on her arms, whilst Angel heard an indignant protest by Spike from behind him.
Dawn sat herself in one of the big, comfy chairs and watched as the other three placed themselves in similar places around her. She noticed with a smirk that Wesley had put a large axe behind him, within easy reach.
"Nervous Wes?" He looked at her gravely.
"I think I have good reason to be, don't you?" His hand went up to rub his aching neck.
"I guess you're smarter than I thought." Wesley grimaced at her cold, but amused tone. She had slipped a stake from her sleeve and was now twirling it in her fingertips. She looked pointedly at the two vampires and Angel just smiled lightly whilst Spike shot her back with the same challenging look.
"I don't think any of you can possibly explain why you're here. There should be at least three more. I remember Willow saying something about a girl, and Faith something about a guy, Gav? Gez? Geeves? - "
"Gunn." Angel helpfully supplied.
"Yeah, that was it. And what about Cordy? Where is she…shopping I suppose, that would at least explain that," Dawn quietly noted the flinch from Wesley and Angel at the mention of Cordelia's name, and figured another life sacrificed for the fight…that's if these lot were really who they played, "Willow told me you lived in a kick ass hotel too, this certainly isn't a hotel. But you know, those would be the explainables, how about the fact, someone who looks like Spike, is standing right in front of me. Spike's, well, the stupid bastard is dead, has been for nearly ten years. Dust on the wind doesn't quite warrant a resurrection. So who the hell are you?" Both Angel and Wesley had seen the way Dawn's face had momentarily fallen, a hint of sadness detectable in her voice, but she had hardened again. It was evident she was resigned to being impenetrable. Spike, on the other hand, spoke up.
"Where the hell do you get off calling me a stupid bastard?! You're the one who could have gotten herself killed tonight. Christ Dawn! How the hell would any of the stupid Scooby gang feel if they saw you throwing your life away because you think you can look after yourself!" He had jumped up and was screaming.
"How dare you. Don't you ever mention them around me like that again. You weren't there when they went, you weren't there for the years after Sunnyhell went boom. You have know idea how they'd feel about what I'm doing, which, by the way, is none of your bleedin' business! What does it matter anyway, they're not here, and the Slayers are picking up the fight, I'm just left to do my thing. If I go out fighting, good day to the world. It's not like I can have a normal life now. In case you'd forgotten I gave you a royal ass whipping tonight, Spike, and you'd best not forget that. Looking after myself is the only thing left I know how to do!" They had grown closer and closer now. Angel just watched, as did Wesley and they had both been surprised at the mannerisms they shared, the way Dawn occasionally used the same words Spike was famous for and the similar smirks they both bore. After the words had registered with Spike he started taking predatory steps towards the girl, who stood her ground and stared him down.
"You might have bruised me, 'bit. But I knocked you out with out breaking a sweat when I found my bearings," He had stalked right up to her, and was looking at her rather hungrily. She stared back, but was clearly surprised and slightly scared of the predatory way he looked her up and down. "I could have sank my teeth into you neck and drank you dry any second I wanted, and then poof, bye bye Dawnie." His hand had crept onto her neck and she slapped into away,
"Don't call me Dawnie, or Bit or any other denomination you come up with. I'm not that person anymore and you'd be better off keeping that in mind." Spike seemed unfazed and carried on his verbal assault.
"To be honest with you, if I had intended on killing you, drinking you dry wouldn't have been my first thought," His hand dropped to caress her hip roughly, " The way you were rolling your hips into mine, I would have torn you apart from the inside out before you could have even screamed. The ass-clinging trousers, barely there top," his fingers had traced the pattern of his words and he didn't even flinch when his finger ran over the jewelled cross around her neck and steamed, his fingers ended tracing the outline of her lips, as he leant into her, less that a hair away, "…The blood red lips, if that's one of your ways of looking after yourself, you're really going to be taken care of, Dawn." Dawn just stared at him indignantly. "You're just a kid." He finished simply. She shot her fist out and he caught it in his hand, slamming her into a wall. At this point Angel stepped up and pulled the two apart.
"Angel, tell me he still has his soul, because if he doesn't, you're going to be needing a dust buster." Angel held the girl back.
"He still has his soul, Dawn. Look, the powers brought him back, we don't know why, but they did. Just like when I came back from hell."
"Why should I believe you?"
"You're just going to have to trust me, Dawn." At this, she sank back into her seat; she didn't care anymore. What difference did it make anyway. She was tired of not seeing the familiar faces.
"You never told us. You never told her, you son of a bitch, Spike." Spike didn't bother retaliating. Angel interrupted; it was time for some explanations.
"Dawn, we thought you were dead? When we heard, well when we heard what had happened, we assumed that you all died. That was four years ago." Dawn sighed and started to explain. She figured she needed to get it off her chest, what did it matter now anyway.
"They all did, die I mean, except me. I was killed, but I didn't die. The key, apparently I'm not getting turned into another form again. I spent hours pouring over Giles' books after it happened. I had to track one last book down; I eventually found it in Cheshire, in England. It turns out that if the key is made into human form she will live out her years, and die naturally, which is when the key is destroyed. The thing is that if someone tries to kill the key by natural means, a sword through the heart, etc, and it has no connection to a supernatural ritual, the very moment the heart stops, the key is, how do I say this, extinguished, if you like but the human form becomes immortal. There was a whole other pile of junk that goes with it, but that's the basics. So I'm stuck at 24 for the rest of eternity, unless the ritual for the destruction of the key is performed, then as the shell of the former key, I die out naturally and my human form goes to heaven. But considering those texts were destroyed there's not much chance of that happening.
The bomb that killed the others blasted through most of the town, Xander and I were the only survivors. We had been together for about three years. A year after The First we sort of fell together. We never married though, we never saw the point, it didn't really seem to mean anything after all that had happened. I loved him, I really did. He loved me too, I knew he would always been in love with Anya on some level, but he loved me with every ounce he could. We moved through the country and settled in New York. A few months later we were on our way home, we had been out to a club dancing, and a group of demons that we had run into in the past with Buffy, they had heard about her death, and, well, they wanted revenge for the ass kicking they had received. Since we were the only ones left, we inherited the reason for them to want to beat us to a bloody pulp. We all fought for a while, Xander and I holding our own for a long time, but neither of us were a Slayer, so eventually they got me in the heart with a crossbow. After that, I think Xander just gave up. It was a matter of seconds before I awoke, and Xander had already been hit. I held him whilst he died. I was the last thing he saw before his eyes closed, he just whispered 'Dawn?'." At this point Dawn had been drawn into her memories and her eyes had clouded over. The others just listened intently.
"Well, after he died, I gave up for weeks, and lived on the streets, despite the fact I still had our apartment. Then I woke up one day and just decided to leave. I gathered my things, the ones I wanted to keep, and set off to find out exactly why I wasn't six foot under. I left everything that meant something in the apartment, we owned it; all my pictures and journals are there. Ever since I've travelled with a few clothes and essential weapons, patrolling the night, if you like. I haven't been back since."
"Dawn, why didn't you come and find me, you knew you would have been more than welcome." Angel questioned desperately. The girl's story had brought a lump to his throat.
"What would I have said, Angel? I thought about it, I really did. But I decided that you didn't need me intruding."
"You wouldn't have been intruding." Dawn just smiled sadly. At this point Angel realised that Spike had gotten up and left the room, after Dawn had finished. This was definitely going to take some time.
"Look, it's nearly daybreak, why don't we all get some sleep? Then we can talk everything through later." Angel got up and offered a hand to Dawn. She rubbed her eyes tentatively before taking his hands.
"Angel, not all of us keep vamp hours, Dawn, would you like to sleep, or I could make you something to eat?" Wesley ran a hand through his hair and blinked several times, trying to focus through his fatigue.
"Its okay Wes, I've kinda been keeping fang hours for years now. Habit and all. Angel, I mean, staying here? I have somewhere I can go. No one really needs this right now." Dawn ran a hand through her own hair and stared vacantly at Angel.
"Who am I kidding? None of us have seen daylight in months…sleep is a very attractive option right now." Wesley sighed as he disappeared into another room.
"Dawn, you don't have a say in this, you're staying here, for a good while if I have my way. We all have issues, and I really think you need to spend some time here, even if its just sorting things out with Spike. We all need you here Dawn." He looked at her sadly. There were just some things that didn't change.
"Please, don't mention bleach boy. Right now, it's probably a good idea to put us a separate ends of the building." They both smiled slightly but Dawn looked far from amused. Wesley came back in at that moment holding two mugs, one with water in, which he handed to Dawn and the other with some warm blood in, which Angel took eagerly.
"I'm going to bed, good night. Sleep well Dawn. I'll probably be gone before either of you wake, I have a meeting to attend to. I also have to tell Jave to make sure those Signorts leave town, Angel." He nodded to both the people before him who nodded back. Wesley then disappeared into a lift.
The two people left in the room sat in silence for a while. Dawn sighed as she stared into her cup.
"He doesn't mean what he says Dawn. Some things have changed; he's changed. He's still Spike but, well after coming back he was as sarcastic as always, what you would expect from Spike, but since we heard about the accident, for a long time now, he's been different. He still has his soul, but…"
"But he's more like soulless Spike than souled? He seems as if he's William the Bloody all over again. When I first met him, I was sitting on the stairs, back home; he came in with Buffy and Mom. It was when you were all fangified. They didn't know I was there; he did though. Even then, he loved being him. He revelled in it. He smiled at me, made some off hand comment, I remember him insulting Buffy, we laughed and it was like I had a secret friend. One Buffy didn't have. When he started," Dawn looked at Angel nervously, "When he was back again, with the chip, he was so much like a big brother it was scary. Things were different between him and I compared to the rest of the gang. Anyway, he, now he seems, he seems like William the Bloody, but only darker? Am I sounding of the insane?" Dawn's babble had exploded into a plea for verification that she was not losing it. He looked at her with understanding and for once she didn't resent the bearer of such a look.
"I know, I really do. You're not losing it. I know Spike still cares, after all, he brought you home, but he doesn't really care. I think that if Wesley or I weren't here, well…It's like he has nothing to care about anymore Dawn, everything he did, everything he did care about is dead. Apart from you. He needs this Dawn, he needs something only you can give him." Dawn looked at Angel as if he had grown a third head.
"Angel, don't be stupid, he wants Buffy. When he looks at me, he wishes it were Buffy standing here, not me. He resents me for being the one that survived. It's Buffy you guys end up loving, it's Buffy you want. Angel, don't act like I'm wrong. I'm just second prize, I come along as an extra." By this point she was screaming, on her feet and screaming. It was hard to believe that these people still thought everything had to be sugar coated when around her. Angel stood up to face her and spoke softly.
"Don't be stupid Dawn. Sure he loved Buffy. He once told me that to love someone is one thing but to be loved back is another. He told me that he loved her but to be in love he needed that love back, and it wasn't until years later that he could face up to the fact. He still looks at the pictures I have of you two, and Willow. He cried over it for days. It broke him up about Buffy, but no more than it did about you. He told me how much he loved you, how much you meant to him. He told me how after he tried to rape Buffy, he couldn't face you, how when you threatened him with setting him on fire, he knew you meant it and it broke him inside to know that he'd lost your trust. After those first days, he closed up; he hardened. I haven't seen him feel as much as I did tonight. You evoked more feeling in him than I have seen in years. It may have been anger, but at least that's something. He needs you here, and so do I." Towards the end he realised he had almost been begging her with his eyes and the tone of his voice. Dawn was looking at him, she realised that they were awfully close and they were almost clinging on to each other with their words. He reached out to hold her and in her surprise she tipped her head to look at him. Their lips were almost touching and at that very moment she wanted nothing more to take comfort in him. When he saw her there, he forgot she was Buffy's sister, he saw this amazing, beautiful woman. They stayed like that for several minutes until reality kicked in. Both pulled away from each other and stuttered over a choice of words. Finally they just laughed quietly until Angel offered to show Dawn to her room, after which he went to his own. She was Buffy's little sister, what the hell was he thinking?
For the rest of that day the building was eerily quiet.