Dear Diary,
I located a slayer. Right beneath my nose the little suckers (no pun intended) been acting like some sweet little boy visiting his grandma in the hospital. Unfortunately he is a sweet little boy and unfortunately the little old lady cant tell the difference. He has an older brother, he trusts me less. He might actually have a brain…. The good doctor caring for the patients in the psyche ward is getting antsy; he doesn't like the new attention the slayers are bringing with their questions. Brings too much attention to him. What a stupid man to think that he'd be safe among the most obvious of victims, the ones no one would believe. They'll have him in a few days tops then hopefully will be gone. I don't want them in my town anymore than I want to survive.
Tiredly,
Evana