Xander woke puzzling over the noise he was hearing. It was like there were hundreds of people quietly whispering somewhere nearby. Looking around he found he was in his room, and there wasn't anything out of the ordinary that could account for the noise. It was starting to grate on his nerves and he wished it would stop.
"The simplest method is to build a wall." an eerily familiar voice said. "Imagine that you've got a pile of clickbricks..."
"Clickbricks?" Xander wondered as he searched his room for the source of the voice, hoping it wasn't what he thought it was.
"They're a children's toy that come in sets of between a hundred and a thousand, you put them together to build things depending on the kit." the voice said. "Since they're so common, the Corps often uses them as an analogy to help teach children and adolescents whose abilities have recently manifested how to build rudimentary blocks and shields."
Xander fleetingly thought that the clickbrick things sounded an awful lot like Legos as he looked inside the closet for the source of the voice after failing to find it under his bed or in his laundry pile. Finding it unoccupied, he came to the realization that he had been desperately attempting to deny. He now had what until last night he had thought to be one of the coolest Sci-Fi villains in his head. He ran off in search of Giles screaming the entire way, not even noticing the shifting whispers, snatches of words, and flashes of images in his panic.