![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Room 504, Sunday Morning
Nov. 20th, 2011 09:04 amSince his conversation with Tara on Friday, Wesley had been spending most of his time lost in research about whatever was happening to the multiverse, and thus far it was inconclusive. Book after book had proved unhelpful, so finally, exasperated, he picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.
"This number has been disconnected," reported the recording on the other end of the line. "Please hang up and dial—"
How odd.
Well, he tried to rationalize, it wasn't as though Mr. Giles had ever been entirely savvy with technology. He tried Willow's number instead, doing his best to ignore that creeping wary feeling that was rising to the surface.
( Willow's chipper voice answered, and for a moment Wesley foolishly felt reassured. )
[[door and post open]]
"This number has been disconnected," reported the recording on the other end of the line. "Please hang up and dial—"
How odd.
Well, he tried to rationalize, it wasn't as though Mr. Giles had ever been entirely savvy with technology. He tried Willow's number instead, doing his best to ignore that creeping wary feeling that was rising to the surface.
( Willow's chipper voice answered, and for a moment Wesley foolishly felt reassured. )
[[door and post open]]
