3. Loose
You should make 'em wear a sign.
Giles walked in, very upset – hair on end, pale, cleaning his glasses. The library probably got a website, Buffy thought. "Giles, I have to tell you something. About Dawn."
"You bloody well better! How could you do that to your sister? I know she's whiny, but chaining her in the cellar?"
Uh-oh. "You didn't... set her free, didya?"
"'Course I did! I've half a mind to call social services this instant. I'll just... faint first... blood loss... catch me." Giles hit the floor with a distinct thud.
"He'll live. OK, search party. And I'll kill anyone who..."
"Yeah, we know."
