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Wesley was reading. Because last week he'd been mocked on the radio for reading that bright purple book about how to talk to girls, today he was ready to not be mocked on the radio. Oh, yes. Today he was reading about giraffes.

Yes, that should be better.

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"Unfortunately, no," he said.

Well, fortunately, really. He didn't think it would be a very fun thing to know about.

But she seemed so urgent that he felt like a jerk, standing in the way of her fixing whatever this was. And yet.

"Although," he said thoughtfully. "I do have a book in my personal collection that relates to resurrection magic. I'm not certain if it talks about flaming hands, but I could check for you?"

It was the right thing to say, because Karla was suddenly beaming at him. "I will make you an entire batch of cookies just for checking," she promised fervently. "And another if you find something. I don't even know what to look for, exactly, so anything you get will be more than we have."

The cookies were meant to serve as an enticement, they really were.

Wes was just going to assume that her cookies would be good. Sometimes a dangerous assumption, but he liked to give people the benefit of the doubt.

"I'll look as soon as I get back to my dorm," he promised. "I can find you sometime tonight or over the weekend to let you know if I find anything."

She was one of those people, sadly enough. But maybe Warren would step in before she delivered them? It would be hard to enact whatever their zoo plans were when Wesley was getting his stomach pumped.

"I would be ever so grateful," Karla said, digging out her cell phone so she could look up her number. Almost two years and she hadn't memorized it yet. "Feel free to give me a call if you find something and I'm not around."

She had no current plans to be unfindable, but this was Fandom.

Ah, well. If nothing else, he could share the cookies with his roommate's dog. Or, you know, not share so much as give the dog all of them.

"I'll make sure to do that," he said as he programmed Karla's number into his phone. "And if anything else comes up that would give some indication of what you're looking for, be sure to let me know so I can narrow my search."

Yup, his Friday night plans were so exciting.

Karla frowned. "I don't have much to go on," she admitted. "Last week, we...lost a friend. Last night she appeared in the bowling alley, looking exactly the same as she had before, and gabbled out something about needing help before flamey hands showed up and snatched her away again. But she was...there was no mistaking what had happened to her. But it was definitely her, I know that much."

Oh.

"I'm so sorry," Wesley said quietly. That was awful. He'd snippets about this, and even though he hadn't known Raven very well, he knew a lot of people who did.

Then, getting right down to business, because that was kind of a downer: "Well, if it was her, and she was corporeal, there's a very real chance that she can be recovered somehow. I'll see what I can find out about the flamey hands and so forth and give you a call later tonight."

"Thank you," Karla said softly. "If it was her...in some kind of...corporeal form, like you said, then we have to get her back. The problem is, I don't know how or where or anything. She just showed up and said 'Help!' before getting dragged away again. So I'm hoping there's something in any of these books that can tell me."

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