"I've got the whole story, Buffy. Skimmed the guide and such like a good boy."

He trusted Willow enough to believe it. His life had been strange enough to have little reason to be skeptical of it. Accepting this as some sort of Demon Dimension run by mad scientists was barely a stretch compared to his many experiences. It was the wings that grated him, really. They were just inconvenient.

"Anyway, last I remember, I was in LA. Or Hell. Not much of a difference, at this point. You can thank Angel for that one. Brilliant planner, he is."