They made their way down the stairs and into the kitchen, making themselves some hot cocoa as they waited for Tanya to reappear. She'd apparently gone to settle Lorrie in the spare room. The cocoa was too hot, but Faith didn't care.
"We need more information." She muttered, sipping at the hot chocolate. "We don't know enough about this thing… Is there another one on the other side somewhere?"
"Who do you ask about something like that? Where would you even start to look?" Mort demanded, his hands shaking enough that he put the cocoa down.
"Watchers study things like that. Maybe there's something about it in Uncle Eli Miller's library?" Faith frowned, thinking about the other Watchers that she'd met. "If this was Sunnydale, we'd just ask Giles, but…"
"There's this nifty thing called the Internet. Why not send him an email?" Mort's soft question fell into the kitchen.
"Email? Not to Giles, he's terrible with a computer. The only one in Sunnydale that was any good with them was… Willow." Faith replied, and then stopped to consider that. Willow Rosenberg was a genius with computers, capable of hacking into databases and finding obscure and useful information online. She would also be able to pass the question on to Giles. If she wanted. If she'd be willing to help Faith.
If she could even remember the right email address.
"I might be able to send one to Willow… If I can remember her email." Faith whispered, trying not to get her hopes up. "Of course, the last time I really saw her, I was… well, I sort of threatened to kill her, so she might not want to help me."
"Ouch." Mort shook his head, blowing gently on his fingers. "And awkward. I suppose that it couldn't hurt to try. The worst is that she doesn't help, right?"
"I guess." Faith wasn't certain that she wanted to have any contact with Sunnydale at all. But with the lengths that vampire was willing to go to already told her that this was far too important to not ask for help because of unhappy memories.
"The two of you look miserable. What's wrong?" Tanya's voice was gentle, possibly still soft from soothing Lorrie.
"You've got the Door that vampire was looking for. On the third floor." The words spilled from Mort. "The frame was covered with glowing marks, and then when I opened it…. it wasn't your front yard that I saw."
"This Door to Heaven is in my house?" Tanya blinked, her hand reaching towards a chair. She sank down, paling as she considered the information. "What all can it do? Where does it go? How does it work? And what was that huge thing in my yard?"
"The giant scary minion of the evil head vampire." Mort's answer may not have been in the formal phrasing, but it got the message through.
Faith sighed, and looked over at Tanya. "We don't know enough about the Door. He opened it up to a view of New York, as seen from the Statue of Liberty."
"We need to learn what it does." Tanya's hands clenched, and she then shook her head with a sigh. "And it probably won't happen tonight. We can start checking Uncle's books tomorrow. Either of you have someone to ask for advice or information?"
"There… There was someone in Sunnydale that might be able to get information, if I can remember the email, and if she's as soft and forgiving as B said that she was." Faith ran her hand though her hair, and sighed. Maybe if she dreamed about Dick or Mellie, she could ask? It couldn't hurt, after all.
"I wonder if vampires still show up to a telepath?"
Mort's question made very little sense to Faith. Looking at him, she tried to figure out where it had come from for a few moments as his fingers tapped an irregular pattern on the table. "And you ask because…?"
"I… there's a strong telepath in New York. If she's gathering a lot of mutants to become her army of doom, and if vampire's minds still show up, he should be able to find them." Mort was glancing at them, fingers still tapping almost spastically against the table. "But he's… he was one of the good guys, and I wasn't. Not then."
"Well, Faith can try to send an email, and we'll try to figure out how to send a message for you. Do you suppose they're listed in the telephone directory?" Tanya forced a smile, and turned to make herself some cooca.
"You know, I never checked. None of us did, we just… sent Mystique to check things out." Mort chuckled, shaking his head. "Why not see if they're in the phone book?"
It took Faith almost an hour of false starts and deleted efforts to draft up a message that would be sent to what she hoped was Willow's email. She tried not to say anything that would tell the people in Sunnydale where she was, tried not to give too much information in case the email went to someone else entirely. Finally, she closed her eyes and clicked 'Send'.
Hey Red
At least, I hope this is your email instead of someone else. If the person reading this isn't Willow Rosenberg, just delete it and save yourself the headache.
Willow – yeah, I woke up. Did you know that? hospitals are incredibly boring, so I left. Anyhow…. There's this really dangerous person, you should know the type. She's looking for an object – something called the Door to Heaven.
I don't know what it's supposed to do, but she thinks it'll make her invincible. That would be a very BAD idea – she's already scary enough. Any information would be good, wonderful, great. Please.
I'm sorry. For well, Willow knows about it all, and if you aren't Willow and you're still reading this, you don't know and don't need to know.
Faith.
End part 30.
"We need more information." She muttered, sipping at the hot chocolate. "We don't know enough about this thing… Is there another one on the other side somewhere?"
"Who do you ask about something like that? Where would you even start to look?" Mort demanded, his hands shaking enough that he put the cocoa down.
"Watchers study things like that. Maybe there's something about it in Uncle Eli Miller's library?" Faith frowned, thinking about the other Watchers that she'd met. "If this was Sunnydale, we'd just ask Giles, but…"
"There's this nifty thing called the Internet. Why not send him an email?" Mort's soft question fell into the kitchen.
"Email? Not to Giles, he's terrible with a computer. The only one in Sunnydale that was any good with them was… Willow." Faith replied, and then stopped to consider that. Willow Rosenberg was a genius with computers, capable of hacking into databases and finding obscure and useful information online. She would also be able to pass the question on to Giles. If she wanted. If she'd be willing to help Faith.
If she could even remember the right email address.
"I might be able to send one to Willow… If I can remember her email." Faith whispered, trying not to get her hopes up. "Of course, the last time I really saw her, I was… well, I sort of threatened to kill her, so she might not want to help me."
"Ouch." Mort shook his head, blowing gently on his fingers. "And awkward. I suppose that it couldn't hurt to try. The worst is that she doesn't help, right?"
"I guess." Faith wasn't certain that she wanted to have any contact with Sunnydale at all. But with the lengths that vampire was willing to go to already told her that this was far too important to not ask for help because of unhappy memories.
"The two of you look miserable. What's wrong?" Tanya's voice was gentle, possibly still soft from soothing Lorrie.
"You've got the Door that vampire was looking for. On the third floor." The words spilled from Mort. "The frame was covered with glowing marks, and then when I opened it…. it wasn't your front yard that I saw."
"This Door to Heaven is in my house?" Tanya blinked, her hand reaching towards a chair. She sank down, paling as she considered the information. "What all can it do? Where does it go? How does it work? And what was that huge thing in my yard?"
"The giant scary minion of the evil head vampire." Mort's answer may not have been in the formal phrasing, but it got the message through.
Faith sighed, and looked over at Tanya. "We don't know enough about the Door. He opened it up to a view of New York, as seen from the Statue of Liberty."
"We need to learn what it does." Tanya's hands clenched, and she then shook her head with a sigh. "And it probably won't happen tonight. We can start checking Uncle's books tomorrow. Either of you have someone to ask for advice or information?"
"There… There was someone in Sunnydale that might be able to get information, if I can remember the email, and if she's as soft and forgiving as B said that she was." Faith ran her hand though her hair, and sighed. Maybe if she dreamed about Dick or Mellie, she could ask? It couldn't hurt, after all.
"I wonder if vampires still show up to a telepath?"
Mort's question made very little sense to Faith. Looking at him, she tried to figure out where it had come from for a few moments as his fingers tapped an irregular pattern on the table. "And you ask because…?"
"I… there's a strong telepath in New York. If she's gathering a lot of mutants to become her army of doom, and if vampire's minds still show up, he should be able to find them." Mort was glancing at them, fingers still tapping almost spastically against the table. "But he's… he was one of the good guys, and I wasn't. Not then."
"Well, Faith can try to send an email, and we'll try to figure out how to send a message for you. Do you suppose they're listed in the telephone directory?" Tanya forced a smile, and turned to make herself some cooca.
"You know, I never checked. None of us did, we just… sent Mystique to check things out." Mort chuckled, shaking his head. "Why not see if they're in the phone book?"
It took Faith almost an hour of false starts and deleted efforts to draft up a message that would be sent to what she hoped was Willow's email. She tried not to say anything that would tell the people in Sunnydale where she was, tried not to give too much information in case the email went to someone else entirely. Finally, she closed her eyes and clicked 'Send'.
Hey Red
At least, I hope this is your email instead of someone else. If the person reading this isn't Willow Rosenberg, just delete it and save yourself the headache.
Willow – yeah, I woke up. Did you know that? hospitals are incredibly boring, so I left. Anyhow…. There's this really dangerous person, you should know the type. She's looking for an object – something called the Door to Heaven.
I don't know what it's supposed to do, but she thinks it'll make her invincible. That would be a very BAD idea – she's already scary enough. Any information would be good, wonderful, great. Please.
I'm sorry. For well, Willow knows about it all, and if you aren't Willow and you're still reading this, you don't know and don't need to know.
Faith.
End part 30.