Willow jumped into her car. Turning the key, it sputtered. She set
her head
on the steering wheel and hit it once then continued to turn the
key. Nothing.
"Come on." Still it sputtered. She stopped and sat up, hitting the
steering
wheel with her hands. She tried again. Still it wouldn't start.
"Don't do
this to me."
After screaming at the car and getting out, kicking it; Willow went
up and
scruffing halfway up the stairs, knocked on Angel's door.
Angel answered, surprised to see her but wouldn't show it.
"What's wrong?"
"My stupid car's not working. I, ah, need to call a mechanic." Angel
let her
in.
"What's wrong with it?"
"It won't start," she said, picking up the phone. "It's sputtered."
She
flipped through a phone book, dialed a number and turned away,
putting a
finger in her ear to hear. "Yes, my name's Willow Rosenberg. I
came to LA for
a favor for a friend and when I went to leave my car wouldn't start.
I was
wondering if you could take a look at it?" Welsey came in as she
finished
saying that. "Yes, I can give you the address. It's -- "
Welsey turned to Angel. "What's going on? I got the note at Cordelia's
that
you two had gone here."
"Giles had Willow bring some books and weapons from Sunnydale. Her
car broke
down."
"Oh."
"Do me a favor. Giles said the 'Allamar Text' might have some reference
to
the box I encountered with Wolfram and Heart. I left the sketch
on the table.
See if you can find the reference in there. Maybe give us some
idea what's in
that box."
"I'll do it now." He went and grabbed the sketch pad, taking it
with him to
the research room.
Angel turned towards Willow who was still on the phone.
"Yes. Um-hmm. Okay, thank you." She hung up.
"What he say?"
"It sounds like the car choked. He can't get to it for a week and
even then
it's tight."
"Well, I could drive you back to Sunnydale. Bring you you're car
when it's
fixed."
"As much as I'd love to follow through with that plan, the car guy
said he
needs me here if anything's needed or if something goes wrong."
"Well, I've got an extra room. You can use one of my shirts to sleep
in. I'll
take you to go shopping tomorrow." Willow went to protest but Angel
spoke
first. "Or Cordelia could take you."
"I'll give Cordelia my key. She can get some of my cloths."
"Oh. Well, that works too."