Buffy Summers laid the unconscious body on Xander's hotel room bed, and all four of them stood back to survey the damage he had sustained. Wisps of smoke still worried their way off the edges of his tattered black cloak. His weathered features and the sunken look of his skin spoke volumes of the physical condition he was in -- poor.
Willow spoke first. "Maybe we should check if he has some I.D."
Xander volunteered without any fanfare. Sifting through the unconscious man's pockets resulted in a small hand mirror, a foot-long stick of wood with a handle, a few coins of indiscriminant type and a lot of dirt.
"Nope, he's totally I.D.'less."
Buffy's brow furrowed. "Come on. Lets go next door and let him sleep it off." Then as an afterthought, after seeing the look in Faith's eyes. "We'll leave the connecting door open so we can keep an eye on him."
The adjoining room belonged to Willow and Buffy. Faith had insisted on having a room to herself to entertain visitors and as she says 'get their groove on.'
Faith set hers and Buffy's swords on the bureau as she walked in and then bounced herself down on one of the two beds. "So, mom. Do we get to keep him."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "You have to promise to feed him and clean up after him every day."
Xander closed his eyes and covered them with his hands. "Not an image I want to see there, Buff."
Willow moved to the bathroom and returned with a first aid kit. Buffy sat down on edge of the bed Faith was occupying. "Did you get hurt, Wil?"
The redhead shook her head. "I'm looking for some smelling salts. Maybe we can wake up Mr. Hellprince Charming in there."
Faith balled up a pillow and stuck it under her head. "You think he's a resident or a visitor of the Burp Mouth?"
Willow shrugged, "Well, he's human so that's a big 'I don't think he's a demon and thus not supposed to be in hell.'"
She set out numerous rolls of gauze and patches and finally found what she was looking for. "Presto," she said holding up an inch long white wrapped tube of something.
Xander crooked an eyebrow. "I've always wondered how exactly smelling salt would wake someone up." He paused. "I mean unless they're really anti-spice or something."
Willow walked past him. "It's ammonia. They just call it smelling salt."
"Hmmm," he commented.
Buffy and Xander followed Willow back into the adjoining bedroom , and Faith called out. "Scream or something if he's evil. I'm taken' a nap."
A small crack of glass being broken set off the smell of ammonia in Willow's hand. She sat on the bedside and waved the vial under the sleeping man's nose. After a few swipes his face scrunched up and his eyes shot open. His hands waved the overwhelming smell from in front of his nose.
"What in the bloody hell..."
Xander stood in front of the bed. "He's awake."
Buffy nodded, "And he's British."
Willow was all business. "Do you know where you are?"
The dark man rubbed his eyes. and looked around. "I'm back! It worked!"
Buffy's eyes shifted. "What worked?"
The dark man sat up abruptly, pushing Willow off the bed and to her feet. Once he was standing he felt around in his robes. A look of dismay crossed his features. "Where's my ..."
The Slayer stepped between Willow and the dark man. "We have your stuff, and if you want it back you're gonna have to answer a few questions first."
The dark man's brow creased in sudden anger. "I have to get back, Harry's in trouble."
He made to pushed past her and instead encountered her hand which seemed to prevent him from going any further. A look of confusion reached his face as he realized that this slip of a girl was more than she seemed.
"You're American?" he asked. "Where am I?"
Xander answered. "Cleveland, Ohio." He paused only a second. "I know you think you're still in Hell, but that's Cleveland for ya."
The dark man's eyes shifted to Xander in shock. "You know about ..."
"About you being spit out of a hellmouth? Oh yeah, heard the unholy burp from hell along with it." Buffy commented.
The dark man's face was resolute. "Then you know about ..."
Willow took it this time. "Demons, vampires, hell gods, werewolves? Yep been there, killed that."
A sudden weariness overcame the dark man and he sat back down on the bed.
Willow knelt at his feet trying to take in his condition. "You're weak and malnourished. You need to eat."
The dark man nodded. "Food. I'd forgotten."
Concern crossed the young witch's face. "What's your name?"
She crooked an eye. "Uh, yeah. I'm serious."
The dark man weakly chuckled, "No, my name is Sirius, Sirius Black."
"What?" a voice came from the next room.
Faith appeared at the doorway. Buffy turned. "He said his name was Sirius Black."
Faith snorted. "Get out, you serious?"
Nobody seemed to understand what she was talking about.
"Like from the book?" Faith tried to explain. "Harry Potter and everything?"
Sirius was obviously startled. "You know Harry?"
Xander was even more surprised at Faith. "You read?"
Faith shot him a scathing look. "When you're in prison there's not much else to do." Then she turned back to Black. "Nothing would surprise me anymore. Are you really Sirus Black?"