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Astronauts And Grocers
by Molossus
'...many of the patients that escaped from the Sunnydale psychiatric ward were discovered milling about under a strange tower...'
Giles put the paper down, unable to read further. He sat alone.
Xander was still at hospital with Anya. Willow and Tara were with Dawn, stroking her hair. God only knew what hole Spike had crawled into.
Removing his glasses to rub his eyes, Giles considered his feelings.
He had expected the bone-crushing grief, the hate, the despair. He was totally unprepared for the sense of relief.
He had never wanted to be a Watcher. He didn't have to be anymore.