fandomhigh | Early afternoon, Monday

Anya tries to collect herself as she waits at the bus stop (located, conveniently enough, on the border between school and the town). Today she had attempted to track down the "duplicate" Xander; instead, she had stumbled across Buffy's old ex-boyfriend skulking around in a dorm room-- no doubt working undercover, just like Buffy-- lousy disguise, but she supposed there wasn't much he could do about looking thirty all the time.

So she'd passed the message along, passed the problem onto Buffy, and that should have lifted a weight off her shoulders because after all, Buffy always eventually takes care of everything. Now that she thinks more about that Angel encounter, though, some of the items on the other side of the room looked awfully familiar. The colorful button-up shirts, the comic books... it looked just like Xander's things at home. Except that none of them had been lovingly ironed with great care and sacrifice ~~thank you very much~~.

She starts to get a headache. She'll just have to do some more detective work at home tonight. "I hope Buffy hurries it up and finds some answers."