Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Tim Minear and associated production companies. I make no money off this. I suppose no one did, in the end.Nobody Tells You Where To Go
"Let's go to work." Angel raises the sword... and blacks out.
He wakes up in the passenger seat of a Dodge Challenger doing 110 down the highway.
"Welcome aboard." The driver holds out his right hand.
"Hey... aren't you that priest Buffy killed last year?"
"Nope. Name's Alex Tully, gardener. Big guy in the back seat's Jayne Cobb."
Angel looks behind him. Funny, the guy looks
like Hamilton... "Where are we going?"
"Fox headquarters. The three of us are gonna have a little... 'chat' with Mr. Murdoch about cancelling shows." Tully floors it.
Angel smiles. "Let's go to work."