Doyle stormed out of his third cemetary for the night, brushing the dust off him from his fifth vamp, muttering, "God! `ow many graveyards are there in Sunnydale?!"
He was still searching for the woman who held the heart of his dark brooding vampire of a best friend.
His vision had shown her death, but he did not know where she was when it occurred, or even if it had already happened.
He started to walk in the direction of the next cemetary, when he passed a phone box. Then he had an idea.
He went into the phone box and grabbed the Sunnydale phone book. He flipped through the pages until he arrived at the `S' section. He continued to flip the pages, all the while muttering, "Summers, Summers - Aha! Summers!"
There was only one Summers in the phone book, and he wrote down the address that went with the phone number on a corner of his newspaper. Then he snatched up his paper and started to walk quickly in the direction of The Summer's house.
He was still searching for the woman who held the heart of his dark brooding vampire of a best friend.
His vision had shown her death, but he did not know where she was when it occurred, or even if it had already happened.
He started to walk in the direction of the next cemetary, when he passed a phone box. Then he had an idea.
He went into the phone box and grabbed the Sunnydale phone book. He flipped through the pages until he arrived at the `S' section. He continued to flip the pages, all the while muttering, "Summers, Summers - Aha! Summers!"
There was only one Summers in the phone book, and he wrote down the address that went with the phone number on a corner of his newspaper. Then he snatched up his paper and started to walk quickly in the direction of The Summer's house.
