Rating: Same as the show.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in this story, they're Joss Whedon's and everyone else who has rights to them. I am just borrowing them for entertainment for others. A lot of the scenes are very similar to "Welcome to the Hellmouth and The Harvest." But I made a lot of changes, and those are mine.
Author's Notes aka (What's going on in this story?) : I got the idea for this from a challange on someone's website, so some of the ideas belong to her, such as: Human Angel, Giles being the watcher of Angel's mom, Dawn at the beginning. But I have changed the ideas, molding them into my own sweet design. =) I hopefully will make a whole lot of these. So as the season goes on and on, you'll noticed more changes.
Summary: Just like the ep, cept Angel is HUMAN!! Yay! Oh, and Dawn's here from the very beginning.

In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.

Sunnydale High School at night looked intensely creepy to some. Not only did it look like a haunted place, but it was a place where most tests and pop quizes took place! The side of the building to the main entrance had double doors. The halls were bare, past the trophy case and at the library turned to the right down another hall and straight to the science classroom. The counter in front of the window is covered in various things. A skeleton, some vertebrae, jars of things in formaldehyde, a skull and a microscope. A fist punches through the window pane and reaches in to undo the clasp.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" The girl asks her companion as he helps her inside.

"It's a great idea, now come on." The boy urges her. Once inside, he takes her by the hand and they walk. Curious, the girl asks, "Do you go to school here?" "I used to. On top of the gym it's so cool. You can see the whole town." He answers while continuing down the hall.

"I, I, I, I don't wanna go up there." the girl replies, letting the nervousness creep into her voice. Smirking, the boy leers at her playfully, "Aw, you can't wait, huh?"

Exasperated, the girl clarified, "We're just gonna get in trouble.""Yeah, you can count on it." He leaned in to kiss her. Almost kissing, the girl turned abruptly, drawing a quick breath, looking down the hall. "What was that?" She squeked. "What was what?" The boy asks impatiently.

"I heard a noise." She said, trembling slightly. "It's nothing!" The boy told her, becoming more impatient. "Uh, uh, maybe it's something." The girl mumbled. The boy saw the way she looked nervous, uneasy. He smiled, leering at her again, "Or maybe it's some *thing*!"

Glaring at him, the girl grumbles, "That's not funny." Looking down the other hall, the boy bellows, "Hellooooo!" Then turns to his girl, "There's nobody here." Quietly, she asked, "Are you sure?" Looking back down the hall, the boy sighed, "Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay." The girl replied before she turned back to him. Her face was hideous, with large contours, wild yellow eyes, and sharp glistening teeth. Growling, she grabbed him and savagely bit him. He grunted in pain as they sunk to the floor.

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She tossed and turned. Wanting desperately to fight, to get away from them. But she couldn't . . . she was helpless as her eyes laid on a lair of vampires. Lights flickered off the dank cave walls. Visions attacked her senses. A cemetery, she knew she saw one, but it disappeared. An ugly looking vampire. Tensing she prepared to fight it, when visions of vampires appeared. She watched as other demons appeared, then strange looking artifacts

Waking, Buffy Summers sighed when she realized she was safe at home. Well, not her home, but her new home. With her mom. And gabby eleven year old sister . . .

Suddenly, the door opened and Buffy nearly jumped. "Mom says to hurry up! I've been waiting in the car for almost an hour!" Dawn Summers grumbled while adjusting her backpack.

Frowning, Buffy grabbed one of her pillows and chucked it over to the door, "You were not," Buffy said while getting out of bed. Dawn managed to avoid the pillow, and proudly sneered at her sister, sticking her tongue out at her, "Missed me."

"Buffy? Dawn?" Came their mothers voice from down stairs, "You don't want be late for your first day at school, girls." Sighing, Buffy sat back down on her bed, "No, we wouldn't want that. ."

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Buffy was surprised at how many students were at the school when her mother pulled up. She gazed out the window and glanced at the name of the school. "Okay!" Joyce said as her daughter hopped out of the jeep, "Have a good time. I know you're gonna make friends right away, just think positive." She said while giving her daughter thumbs up.

Buffy leaned in so she could look through the open car door and gave her mother a quick nod. She turned to go and closed the door behind her. "And honey?" Buffy stopped to look back at her mom again. "Try not to get kicked out?" Her mother asked in a meek voice.

"I promise." Buffy said.

"Yeah right," Dawn huffed under her breath. "Okay." Joyce said before driving off with her other daughter.

Taking a deep breath, Buffy braced herself. This was going to be easy . . .

Nearby, a boy was doing his usual bob and weave through the crowd of high school students on his skateboard.

"'Scuse me, comin' through, pardon me, 'scuse me, whoa!" Xander Harris shouted as he almost hit someone, "'Scuse me, not sure how to stop! Please move, whoa, 'scuse me..." He trailed as he noticed a cute blonde climbing the steps. She looked really tiny and really cute, "Whoa!" He stared at her, causing him to not notice that he was headed right for the stair railing. He crashed into it and fell beneath it, grunting in pain.

His best friend, Willow Rosenberg walked up to him, stepping high to avoid tripping over his legs. "I'm Okay." Xander said lamely. "I feel good." Willow looked down at him, smiling, and pulled her hair behind her ear.

"Willow!" Xander shouted, "You're so very much the person that I wanted to see!" Stiffly, Xander got to his feet. "Oh, really?" Willow asked as they started walking toward the school. "Yeah. You know, I kinda had a problem with the math." Xander admitted, slinging his board under his arm. "Uh, which part?" Willow asked. "The math." Xander replied, "Can you help me out tonight, pleeeease, be my study buddy?"

"Well, what's in it for me?" Willow asked. Xander took a moment, then cried, "A shiny nickel!" Not wanting to disappoint him, Willow smiled, "Okay. Do you have 'Theories in Trig'? You should check it out." Xander frowned, "Check it out?" Smiling broader this time, Willow clarified, "From the library? Where the books live." Xander nodded, "Right, I'm there! See, I wanna change..."

They walked until they heard a familiar voice, "Hey, hey!" Smiling, Xander greeted his friend, "Hey, Jesse, what's what?" Jesse smiled this time, "New Girl!" Xander nodded, remembering seeing her earlier, "That's right, I saw her. Pretty much a hottie!" Trying not to show jealousy, Willow covered it by adding, "I heard someone was transferring..." Excitedly, Xander asked, "So tell!"

Jesse frowned, "Tell what?" "What's the sitch, what do ya know about her?" He asked. Jesse looked at Xander strangely, "New girl!" Frowning, Xander mumbled, "Well, you're certainly a font of nothing!"

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Buffy was seated in the principal's room. She felt a nervous butterfly, getting urge to fly up to her throat, but she pushed it down as Mr.,. Flutie sat down across from her. Her school records in his hands, he looked them over.

"Buffy Summers," He read out loud, "sophomore, late of Hemery High in Los Angeles. Interesting record, quite a career..." Wincing, Buffy waited for him to lecture her but was shocked when he took the sheet he had been reading and tore it into four pieces.

"Welcome to Sunnydale!" He said happily, "A clean slate, Buffy, that's what you get here. What's past is past. We're not interested in what it says on a piece of paper, even if it says..." Glancing down he read, "Whoa." Buffy's smile disappeared. She knew that look. Most of her teachers had it when she started doing her nightly job, "Mr. Flutie..." Mr. Flutie corrected her, "All the kids here are free to call me Bob." "Bob..." She said with a nod.

Correcting her again, he said, "But they don't." He started to reassemble the torn sheet. Buffy watched, while trying to explain, "I know my transcripts are a little... colorful."

Smiling brightly, Mr. Flutie rambled on, "Heeey... We're not caring about that. Do you think, uh, 'colorful' is the word?" He taped the paper, trying to fix that damage, "Not, uh, 'dismal'?" Buffy took the gently defensive, "Wasn't *that* bad!" Regarding her seriously, Mr. Flutie said, "You burned down the gym." Buffy exhaled, "I did, I really did, but... You're not seeing the big picture here, I mean, that gym was full of vampi... asbestos." She corrected herself. Are you trying to get yourself caught?

Mr. Flutie shook his head, "Buffy, don't worry. Any other school they might say 'watch your step', or 'we'll be watching you'... But, that's just not the way *here*. We want to service your needs, and help you to respect our needs. And if your needs and our needs don't mesh..." He placed the poorly repaired sheet back into her file and slapped it shut.

Giving him a thin, nervous smile, Buffy cringed inwardly.

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Buffy hurried out of Mr. Flutie's office. Sighing again, she opened her bag, rummaging through it as she walked into the hall right in front of a girl and a boy. The girl bumped into her, making Buffy lose her grip on the bag and spill its contents.

"Oh! Sorry!" Buffy shouted. The girl mumbled, "That's okay." Then moved on with the boy. Buffy looked down at the mess, "Oh..." What a day . . .

Xander glanced over his shoulder at the noise. Looking back, he quickly went over and squatted down next to her to help her gather her things. He blurted, "Can I have you?" Buffy looked up, giving him a confused look. Cringing, Xander chuckled, "Can I help you?"

Buffy smiled, "Thanks." Xander tried another approach, taking his time, "I don't know you, do I?" She shook her head, "I'm Buffy. I'm new." Xander smiled as he said her name in his mind. He liked it, "Xander. Is, is me. Hi." he smiled.

Getting to her feet, Buffy started, "Um, thanks." Xander nodded, "Well, uh, maybe I'll see you around... maybe at school... since we... both... go there." He bit the inside of his mouth. Giving him a thin smile, Buffy answered, "Great! It was nice to meet you." Then she started down the hall. Xander sighed shaking his head. Was he an idiot or what? Unimpressed with his attempts to be cool. "We both go to school." He grimaced, "Very suave. Very not pathetic."

He glanced down and noticed a object still on the floor. Suddenly he shouted, "Oh, hey!" He bent down, picking it up, "Hey, you forgot your... stake!" He said puzzled. Buffy doesn't hear him and continued down the hall. Xander holds on to the stake, wondering what someone would do with it.

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Buffy watched as her teacher wrote, 'The Black Death' on the black board and then turned to the class, "It's estimated that about 25 million people died in that one four-year span. But the fun part of the Black Plague is that it originated in Europe how?"

Buffy, wrote down the notes. She never used to do this, but even though it was annoying to do, she did it anyway. She was starting over. Might as well try and do good in the grades department, right? She listened as the teacher continued, "As an early form of germ warfare. If you'll look at the map on page 63 you can trace the spread of the disease into Rome, and then north..."

Panicking, Buffy glanced around for help. Okay, so she couldn't do the book learning thing without a book. Was it her fault that she didn't have one? Luckily, a brunette that was sitting next to her, leaned over to share her book. "Thanks." Buffy whispered.

"And this popular plague led to what social changes? Steve?" Steve is saved from the question as the bell rings. The students get up to leave. Getting to her feet, the brunette smiled, "Hi! I'm Cordelia." She offered her hand for Buffy. Accepting it, Buffy smiled back, "I'm Buffy." The two got up and move outside of the room.

"If you're looking for a textbook of your very own there's probably a few in the library." Cordelia offered. Sighing at the advice, Buffy nods, "Oh, great, thanks. Uh, Where would that be?" "Oh, I'll show you, come on." She leads Buffy away from the classroom. "So you're from Hemery, right? In L.A.?"

Buffy glanced at the fashionable girl. She hesitated a moment before answering, "Uh, yeah." Is there a portfolio out there on me or something?

Cordelia sighed, "Oh, I would *kill* to live in L.A. That close to that many shoes?" Buffy grinned, laughing at that. Cordelia reminded her of someone.... someone she knew but..... then it hit her. Cordelia reminded her of her. She shook her head. That was silly.

"Well, you'll be okay here. If you hang with me and mine, you'll be accepted in no time." Putting a certain tone in her voice, Cordelia pointed out, "Of course, we do have to test your coolness factor. You're from L.A., so you can skip the written, but let's see." Cordy thought a moment, "Vamp nail polish."

Puzzled at the question and startled at Cordelia's waiting stare, she uncertainly mumbled, "Um, over?" Rolling her eyes, Cordelia muttered, "So over. James Spader." Grinning, Buffy answered, "He needs to call me!" Smiling pleasantly at that, Cordelia continued, "Frappaccinos." Thinking this one over, Buffy answered, "Trendy, but tasty." Finally, Cordelia let out, "John Tesh." Buffy answered, deadpanned, "The Devil."

Cordelia nodded, "That was pretty much a gimme, but... you passed!" Smiling, Buffy said cheerily, "Oh, good!" They turned towards a drinking fountain. a red head was standing there. She straightened up when she saw them heading towards her.

Cordelia let a wicked grin past her face before shouting, "Willow! Nice dress!" She gestured to the plaid dress she wore, "Good to know you've seen the softer side of Sears." Willow stumbled, trying to defend herself against Cordelia,"Uh, oh, well, my mom picked it out." She softly cringed. That wasn't the answer she was looking for. Surely enough, Cordelia would be able to chew her up for that one, "No wonder you're such a guy magnet. Are you done?" She sighed.

Willow looked at the fountain, then back at Cordelia. Then understood, "Oh!" She turned and left. Buffy watched her go for a moment, then looked back at Cordelia after she started talking again.

Sneering at the girl, Cordelia explained, "You wanna fit in here, the first rule is: know your losers. Once you can identify them all by sight-" She glanced after Willow, "they're a lot easier to avoid." Buffy let out a nervous laugh and nodded. She looked at Willow again, who had gone through the door at the end of the hall. Willow looked back at them before she continued walking. Buffy didn't know why, but she felt sorry for what Cordelia had just put that girl through.

Cordelia's voice snapped her out of it, "And if you're not too swamped with catching up you should come by the Bronze tonight." Confused, Buffy asked, "The who?" Was that some band or something? Correcting her, Cordelia repeated, "The Bronze. It's the only club worth going to around here. They let anybody in, but it's still the scene. It's in the bad part of town." Nodding, Buffy asked, "Where's that?" She stopped outside the library doors.

"About a half a block from the good part of town." Laughing, she explained, "We don't have a whole lot of town here. But, um, you should show!" "Well, I'll try." Buffy looked toward the library, "Uh, thanks." Adjusting her books, Cordelia said, "Good. So, um, I'll see you in gym, and you can tell me absolutely everything there is to know about you."

Sighing Buffy murmured to herself, "Great! Oh, that sounds like fun." Quietly, she entered the library. Looking around, she noticed that no one was there.... and the room was terribly creepy. Feeling a little abandoned, she called out, "Hello? Is anybody here?" She looked at the counter and noticed a newspaper with a picture that had been circled. The caption above the picture read 'Local Boys Still Missing'. Buffy frowns, That's weird . . .

Out of no where, someone tapped her on the shoulder. Jumping, she spun around, startled, "Oooh!" She exhaled when she saw a stuffy old Harvard looking man, "Anybody's here!" "Can I help you?" He asked. Buffy took in the English accent, and explained, "I was looking for some, well, books. I'm new."


What Buffy guessed was the librarian, smiled faintly, "Miss Summers?" How'd he.... "Good call! Guess I'm the only new kid, huh?" Buffy shrugged. "I'm Mr. Giles." He said, "The librarian. I was told you were coming." He headed around, behind the counter.

"Great!" Buffy placed her hands down onto the counter, "So, um, I'm gonna need 'Perspectives on 20th Century...'" Mr. Giles interrupted, "I know what you're after!" With a big grin, he pulled out a large old book with the word 'VAMPYR' written in gold leaf on the front cover. Buffy looked up at him with an uneasy gaze. No, no, no, no, no . . .

"That's not what I'm looking for." She whispered. Mr. Giles glanced down at the book, then back up at her, "Are you sure?" "I'm way sure." Buffy almost snapped. Confused, Giles picked up the book, "My mistake." Putting the book back behind the counter. Straightening back up, he cleared his throat, "So, what is it you said..." Glancing around, he sees her go out of the library. Their first encounter leaves him puzzled, "Well . . ."

"She seemed jumpy,"

Giles glanced back into his office, and at his nephew, "Ah, yes." He reached up and took his glasses off. He tiredly massaged the spot on his nose where his glasses had been laying, "She is either, not the Chosen girl-" "Oh, she is the *Chosen* girl." "Yes, or she refuses to take her responsibility seriously." He said.

"Listen, Uncle Giles," Angel said while stepping out from his office, "Ever since mom . . . I am thankful that you took me in when she died. And I know how hard it is for you to deal with another Slayer, now. Especially one who was only a Slayer for a year--not to mention that she was chosen way too late--which, by the way I blame that stupid Watcher's counsel for, but you and I both know that that's her. And you have a job to do."

Nodding, Giles placed his glasses back on, "Yes, I guess you're right,"

"Aren't I always?"

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Buffy couldn't believe this day. This wasn't how she planned it would go. During lunch, she had approached Willow, that girl Cordelia was so mean to. Quite frankly, Buffy thought she was a sweet nice girl. They talked a little bit about helping her out in her classes, about social standards when it came to Cordelia, and that librarian came up again. Willow went on about how he was new here too. She had frowned at that. That was kind of weird. She also mentioned that his nephew was going to start attending the high school as soon as he arrived in town. That equaled one thought: Stuffy Harvard Old Guy Junior.

Shortly after, that guy Xander had popped up with another guy, Jesse. Buffy observed that Xander seemed funny in a . . . stale sort of way, but funny nonetheless. The pair greeted her like everyone else; wanting to know more about her. That startled her again. But when Xander pulled out a wooden stake, she was even more startled, covering up by saying its another form of self-defense. Then they started asking her all the vital stuff: what she goes for in a guy, where she lived, what she's into. She was going to keep clamed up when Cordelia interrupted. She and the two guys started fighting until Cordelia mentioned a dead guy. Buffy had tensed at that. Cordelia explained that some dead guy was found in a girl's locker room. Buffy tried to get more information out of her, but she didn't have anything else to add. She excused herself and rushed down to the locker room. Hopefully, the body would still be there.

And she was right. He was there. And dead. And he had two little puncture marks on his neck. After leaving the room, she headed straight for the library. Barging in, she shouted, "Okay, what's the sitch?" She looked around and found that Giles guy in the stacks, "Sorry?"

"You heard about the dead guy, right?" Buffy explained, "The dead guy in the locker?" Stepping into the light, Giles answered, "Yes." Dropping her bag on the table, Buffy headed up the stairs, "'Cause, it's the weirdest thing. He's got two little, little holes in his neck, and all his blood's been drained." She stopped once she met him, "Isn't that bizarre? Aren't you just going, Oooh?" She watched as he frowned slightly, "I was afraid of this."

"Well, I wasn't!" Buffy exclaimed, "It's my first day! I was afraid that I was gonna be behind in all my classes, that I wouldn't make any friends, that I would have last month's hair. I didn't think there'd be vampires on campus." She paused, then added, "And I don't care."

Lifting a brow, Giles asked, "Then why are you here?" Buffy stumbled, "To tell you that... I don't care, which... I don't, and... have now told you, so... bye." She turned, but before she could leave, Giles asked, "Is he, w-will he... rise again?" Turning back to see him, she asked, "Who?" "The boy." He said. Frowning again, Buffy let her hands drop to her sides, "No. He's just dead." "Can you be sure?" Buffy sighed, she hated explaining that whole blood exchange thing to people, "To make you a vampire they have to suck your blood. And then you have to suck their blood. It's like a whole big sucking thing. Mostly they're just gonna kill you. Why am I still talking to you?" Buffy asked, more to herself as she turned to go down the stairs.

Giles moved over to the railing, "You really have no idea what's going on, do you? You think it's coincidence, your being here? That boy was just the beginning." Whirling around, Buffy shouted, "Oh, why can't you people just leave me alone?" Taking a steady voice, Giles explained, "Because you are the Slayer. Into each generation a Slayer is born, one girl in all the world, a Chosen One, one born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires..."

Buffy interrupted, "With the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil blah, blah, blah... I've heard it, okay?" Frowning at her bluntness, attitude, and lack of proper speech, Giles said, "I really don't understand this attitude. You, you've accepted your duty, you, you've slain vampires before..."

She returned that annoyed tone into her speech, "Yeah, and I've both been there and done that, and I'm moving on." "What do you know about this town?" He went into his office. Buffy shrugged, "It's two hours on the freeway from Neiman Marcus?" Giles ignored her comment, "Dig a bit in the history of this place. You'll find a, a steady stream of fairly odd occurrences. Now, I believe this whole area is a center of mystical energy, that things gravitate towards it that, that, that you might not find elsewhere." He came back out, with some books and set them on the table. Buffy guessed. "Like vampires." Buffy watched as he put the volumes of books into her arms, one by one while he listed them off, "Like zombies, werewolves, incubi, succubi, everything you've ever dreaded was under your bed, but told yourself couldn't be by the light of day. They're all real!" He said in a warning tone. Buffy scowled, "What? You, like, sent away for the Time-Life series?"

Drawing back, Giles answered, "Ah, w-w-w-yes." Taking a sudden interest, she asked, "Did you get the free phone?" Giles shook his head, "Um, the calendar." "Cool!" Buffy nodded, then shook her head. What was she doing? She wanted to get out of there, "But, okay," She handed back the books to him, "first of all, I'm a Vampire Slayer. And secondly, I'm retired. Hey, I know! Why don't you kill 'em?"

Stuttering, Giles explained, "I-I'm a Watcher, I-I haven't the skill..." Scoffing, Buffy muttered, "Oh, come on, stake through the heart, a little sunlight... It's like falling off a log." Giles explained, "A, a Slayer slays, a Watcher..." "Watches?" Buffy suggested. Giles answered, "Yes. No!" He sat down the books. "He, he trains her, he, he, he prepares her..."

Taking the defensive again, Buffy asked, "Prepares me for what? For getting kicked out of school? For losing all of my friends? For having to spend all of my time fighting for my life and never getting to tell anyone because I might endanger them?" She nearly snapped, "Go ahead! Prepare me." She waited, but he just kept looking at her, maybe in shock. Buffy exhaled, then turned, leaving the library in disgust. Giles hesitated for an instant, then mumbled to himself, "Damn!" Then he ran after her.

Little did that pair know that a third set of ears had listened to their entire conversation. Xander walked out from behind the stacks, "What?"

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Buffy kept up her steady pace until Giles called after her, "It's getting worse!" Buffy sighed. Was this guy persistent or what? "What's getting worse?" He guided her over to the wall and spoke with her in a low voice, "The influx of the undead, the... supernatural occurrences, it's been building for years. There's a reason why you're here and a reason why it's now!"

Buffy corrected him, "Because now is the time my mom moved here." She tried to evade him, but he placed his arm out to stop her. "Something's coming, something, something... something is, is gonna happen here. Soon!"

She sighed, exasperated, "Gee, can you vague that up for me?" Giles sighed, "The signs, as far as I can tell, point to a crucial mystical upheaval, very soon. Days. Possibly less." "Oh, come on!" Buffy sighed, "This is Sunnydale! How bad an evil can there be here?"

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(AN: This scene happens while Luke is preparing, we all know what he does here. Prays, talks, its all very creepy)

"I don't understand that girl's attitude. She's the Slayer, she shouldn't act that way. From my notes, Merrick trained her until his death," Giles said as he walked unpacked various items from a box. They were mostly a new shipment of books he ordered from England.

Angel sighed at his Uncle. Even though he, too, never seen a Slayer act like that, he figured she was just a . . . well he wouldn't go that far. But his mother was, indeed, a well disciplined Slayer and always followed the rules no matter what. A part of that made Angel think that maybe that was why she did die.

"Maybe she doesn't want to be the Slayer anymore," Angel guessed while balancing the tip of a rather sharp knife on one of his fingers. "That is impossible," Giles said, "She shouldn't act this way and she shouldn't think that way. She should be here, and we should be discussing vampire activity."

"Don't worry." Angel said, "Look, I'm gonna go hunt some vampires. I'll be back later." Angel picked up his black jacket and slipped it on. "Uh, yes, oh, and do try to be careful," Giles added, but he was already out the door

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