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Author's Note: Most of the dialogue has been taken from the actual 19th episode of Season Three; Choices. The main plot has not been changed, but the rest of the subplots have. Enjoy.


Through A Glass, Darkly.

"Alright, you can open them up now."

Faith obeyed her master and opened her eyes. She smiled up at him after seeing the bright red wrapped box with a white bow in front of her. "Fab. What's the occasion?"

"Faith! As if I need a reason to show you my affection. Or appreciation for running a small errand at the airport."

"Airport? What's next? Gonna want me to help a buddy of yours move a sofa?"

"This isn't a free ride, young lady. You know, I'm beginning to think that somebody's getting a little spoiled. Maybe I should take this back."

Faith clutched her present, remembering that she could only push him so far now. "Sorry... Sir."

"That's my girl. Another cookie?" He paused to allow her to take one, then continued. "Now. A package is arriving tomorrow night from Central America. Something, and I can't stress this enough, something crucially important to my Ascension. Without it ... Well! What would Toll House cookies be without the chocolate chips? A pretty darn big disappointment, I can tell you. Open your present. There. That look on your face is my reward."

"This is a thing of beauty, boss," Faith replied in an awed tone, as she held up the elaborately stylised, almost Klingon like knife.

"Well, it cost a pretty penny. So, you just take good care of it. And you be careful not to put somebody's eye out with that thing, until I tell you to."

"Any particular eyes in mind?"

 


In a graveyard not too far from City Hall, another slayer was hard at work; fighting a couple of hard-ass vamps with her boyfriend. As usual they were on fire, their movements synchronously tuned to each other.

If only the demons they were fighting were the same. "Sorry, honey!" Buffy said as one of them rolled on to Angel's feet, tripping him up.

"That's okay," Angel replied before returning to the fight.

Soon they gained the upper hand, and managed to finish them off; Angel with a traditional stake through the heart, Buffy sending hers on to an outstretched branch on a nearby tree.

"That was bracing. Want to do another sweep?" Angel asked as they got their breath back.

"Yeah, in a moment." Buffy took a deep breath and looked at him. "I miss this."

"Miss what?"

"This. Us slaying in the night. We've haven't had a lot of it lately, what with you and your job."

"I know what you mean. It feels nice not having to mark any papers."

A growl was suddenly heard, making Buffy turn round to face the other side of the cemetery. "Ready for round two?" She asked her boyfriend.

"Always," Angel replied.

 


"Here you go."

"Thanks."

"Okay, what's in the bag?"

The two students jumped and looked up at their principal in surprise. "My lunch."

"Is that the new drug lingo?" Principal Snyder asked as he took a look in the nondescript brown paper bag.

"No, it's my lunch."

Snyder, seeing that this was one situation where he could not be proved right, turned to the other student to try and keep some control. "Sit up straight."

On another table far away, a couple looked up from their lunches and paper as another two soulmates joined them.

"So, Will, whose begging for you?" Buffy asked.

"Quite a lot," Willow replied with a blush, gesturing at the papers near her friend. Buffy took them up as she sat down, Angel following suit. "Woah, Oxford."

"That's some deep academia there," Oz remarked.

"That's where they make Gileses," Buffy added.

"I know! I could learn and, and have scones. Although I-I don't know how I feel about going to school in a foreign country."

"Everything in life is foreign territory," intoned Xander from his spot against the trunk of a tree. He held up the book he was reading. "Kerouac. He's my teacher. The open road is my school."

"Making the open dumpster your cafeteria?" Buffy asked teasingly.

"Go ahead, mock me."

"I think she just did," Oz pointed out.

"We Bohemian antiestablishment types have always been persecuted," Xander continued.

"Well, sure. You're all so weird," Oz countered.

"I think it's neat," Willow replied, "you doing the backpack, trail mix, happy wanderer thing."

"I'm aware it scores kinda high on the hokey-meter, but I think it will be good for me. You know, help me to find myself."

"So, who got you, Buffy?" Oz asked.

"Apart from UC Sunnydale?" Buffy said, seeking clarification.

"Northwestern," Angel answered with a beaming smile.

"No way!" Willow cried out. "Buffy, that's amazing!"

"Angel persuaded me to try for others anyway, even if I can't actually go to them."

"A self-confidence booster," Angel explained.

"Hey Cor," Xander remarked suddenly. The gang looked up and their expressions all changed on taking in hers. Her boyfriend dropped his book and stood up. "Cordelia, what's wrong?"

The once fashion queen of the school slumped down by the tree he had previously leaning against. "Daddy's got a little money problem. The IRS aren't too happy with him."

"Oh god," Buffy began, all joviality gone. "How are you holding up?"

"Not well. I can't even afford UC Sunnydale."

"Where else did you get?" Xander asked. Cordelia thrust the papers at him as he sat down beside her and put his arm around her shoulders. "Duke, Columbia, Colorado State, and USC. That's fantastic!"

"Yeah, if I could afford them, which I can't," Cordelia replied, leaning into his chest. Xander clasped her close and kissed her hair. "Don't worry, we'll figure something out."

 


"Hello, are you all crazy!?!"

"Relax, Wes," Buffy remarked, "we're only funning you. We know these are purely hypothetical. But they also do other good things."

"What things do good?" Giles asked as he came out of his office.

Buffy turned to him with a smile. "I got into Northwestern."

"That's wonderful news. Good for you," Giles replied.

"Alright, everyone. Monsters, demons, world in peril?"

"I bet you they have all that stuff in Illinois."

"You cannot leave Sunnydale. By the power invested in me by the Council of Watchers, I forbid it."

"Ah yes, that should settle it," Giles mildly commented, knowing full well what Buffy was doing and playing along.

"Faith gone bad, and the Mayor's Ascension coming up, .."

"Wes, relax. For the last time, we are joking. These other choices are confidence boosters, that's all. It shows what we could be capable of, if we weren't spending our whole lives saving the world. Speaking of which, I'm tired of waiting for Mayor McSleaze to make his move while we sit on our hands counting down to Ascension Day. I mean, let's take the fight to him."

Wesley looked like he was about to have another heart attack. "No. No! Much too reckless. We're at a distinct disadvantage. We don't know anything about the Mayor's Ascension..."

"She's right," Giles remarked. "Time's running out. We need to take the offensive. What's your plan?"

"First, we find out what they're up to," Buffy replied, "then we decide on how to turn it to our advantage."

 


At Sunnydale Airport, a private plane landed in the dead of the night. The door opened and the stairs came down. A man carrying a large box made his way to the black limo and vampire driver who were waiting for him.

"Is he in the car?" He asked.

"No, I'll take you to him," the vamp replied.

"The Mayor was supposed to be here in person with the money. Well, the price just went up. I don't like surprises."

A whistling noise sounded around them, before striking a target. The man gasped as he saw an arrow point appear in his chest as if from nowhere.

"Surprise," Faith remarked from above, before making her way down..

"You killed him," the vamp observed.

"What are you, the narrator? Keys to the cuffs?"

The vampire searched through the clothes in vain. "Nothing." Faith pulled out her knife. "That won't cut through steel."

"No, but it will cut through bone."

 


The limo drew up outside City Hall. Buffy crouched lower in the bushes, silently watching Faith as she carried the box inside.

"Hey ho! There it is!" The Mayor said as Faith kicked open the door and placed the box on the desk. "Hahahaha! Ah, what happened to the courier? I was supposed to pay him."

"Hunh. Made him an offer he couldn't survive," Faith replied as she took the fee instead.

The Mayor laughed. "You are one heck of a girl, you know that? I mean geez, the initiative, the - the skill."

"Go on, go on."

"I will. You know, I'll tell you, if Buffy Summers walked in here and said she wanted to switch to our side, I'd say no thanks, sister, I've got all the Slayer one man could ever need." Faith sighed. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, it's cause I used the B-word, huh? Don't tell me you're still sore about that whole Angel-Buffy thing."

"No, I'm over it. She can have him."

"Better believe she can. She deserves that poor excuse for a creature of the night. You, on the other hand, can do better."

Faith nodded absently, too busy fiddling with the catch on the box to listen. The Mayor slammed his hands down on the box, making her jump away. "Don't do that."

Outside meanwhile, the limo drove into the parking lot for City Hall. Buffy calmly punched through the window and pulled out the vamp driver. "So, what's in the box?"

 


"The Box of Gavrock. It houses some great demonic energy or something which His Honour needs to chow down on come A-Day."

Wesley nodded as Giles and Willow came in. "What's that?"

"Maps. And stuff," Giles replied.

"Plans for City Hall. They were in the Water and Power mainframe," Willow revealed.

"The box is being kept under guard in a conference room on the top floor," Buffy continued, pointing to the room location. "There. Unfortunately, that's all I could get out of my informant before his aggressive tendencies forced me to introduce him to Mr. Pointy."

"Well, now, here's what I think we should do..." Wesley began.

"I figure we can enter through the skylight," Buffy interrupted.

"I'll come with you," Angel replied.

"Agreed," Giles uttered, looking at the map.

"And there's a fire ladder on the east side of the building," Xander pointed to the blueprints.

Wesley tried again. "Yes, yes, fine, but we still need to consider whether the Mayor.."

"It won't be enough to simply have possession of the box," Giles observed.

"Right, we have to destroy it. Not just physically - ritually, with some down and dirty black magic," Willow continued.

"Hang on. We don't know what such a ritual would require," Wesley pointed out.

Giles flicked open the book he had been holding. "I think the Breath of the Atropyx is standard for this sort of thing. Fairly simple recipe. Xander?" He handed it to him.

"I know. I'm ingredient getting guy."

"Alright, stop! I demand everyone STOP this instant! We need time to fully analyse the situation and devise a proper and strategic stratagem."

"Wes, hop on the train or get off the tracks," Buffy replied.

"The Mayor will most assuredly have supernatural safeguards protecting the box. Oh, we all forgot about that, did we?"

The slayer looked to her best friend. "Looks like a job for Wiccan girl. What do you say, Will? Big time danger."

"Hey, I eat danger for breakfast."

"But oddly enough, she panics in the face of breakfast foods," Xander joked.

"Let's get to work."

 


On his way to the Magic shop, Xander walked by a clothes shop and saw Cordelia inside, looking at a dress with mournful eyes. He stopped and walked inside.

"Hey, where have you been? There's a situation going down."

"I have more important things to worry about now," Cordelia replied in a defensive voice. "Like how I'm gonna afford the rest of my education."

"Cordy, hey, come here," Xander pulled his crying girlfriend into his arms. "I told you before, we will sort something out. I will sort something out. You'll be able to go to UC Sunnydale, I promise."

"How?" She asked him. He smiled at her as he smoothed the tears away from her face. "I'll show you all later. For now, fellow scoobies need you to help save the world."

 


Night fell on the day for action. A dark van drew up into the parking lot nearby City Hall. Buffy, Angel and Willow got out of the back. The slayer turned to face the driver.

"Now remember, if anything should go awry, Wesley and I will create a diversion."

"Let's synchronise our watches. I have twenty-one..... four." Wesley fell into silence as he saw none of them were wearing watches. "Typical."

"Be careful, all of you," Giles reminded them.

Angel led them to the fire escape and pulled down the ladder. He stepped back, holding it steady as Willow went up first, followed by Buffy.

 


Back in Sunnydale High Library, Oz placed a small ceramic cauldron on a tripod and looked up as Xander and Cordelia came in, hand in hand. "You got the goods?"

"Yep," Xander replied as his girlfriend emptied the bag. "Essence of toad, twice-blessed sage, the works."

"Do we have a destroy plan?" Cordelia asked.

"Willow laid it out for us pretty well."

"Wow! She even drew helpful diagrams. That's the pedestal."

"And the ingredients. And us. See, there's you, there's Cordelia, and there's me."

"Well, how can you tell which is which? I mean, aside from yours Cor, they both look kinda stick-figurey to me."

"Well, this one's me. See the little guitar."

"Oh, gotcha."

"Nobody like my Willow."

"No sir, there is not."

Oz moved to the pot and dropped the first ingredients in. "Okay, toad me."

 


Back on the roof of City Hall, the trio came to a halt before the skylight, and stood patiently as one of them read out the appropriate incantation. Below them, the box lay on the table, became fuzzy to the vision as the spell revealed the magical barrier over it, then cleared once more as it was eliminated.

"Oh yeah, I'm bad."

"Four stars, Will. Now get going."

"I'm gone."

Willow moved to the ladder. Angel turned to his girlfriend and tied the safety gear around her before fixing up the pulley system. Slowly he lowered her down into the room.

"Got it!" Buffy announced a moment later, picking up the box.

And that was when all hell broke loose. A alarm began to ring, vampires burst into the room, and the winch for the rope jammed.

"Don't suppose you want to help me get down?" Buffy asked the vamps. The vampires merely growled in response. "Didn't think so."

Angel gave up trying to shift the rope and jumped down into the room, launching into a fight with the nearest vamp.

Buffy undid the safety harness around her and turned on the second one. Throwing the box back and forth between them, they fought off the guards, trapping them beneath the conference table before exiting the room.

The vampires dashed outside and tried to chase the getaway van. As soon as they were out of sight, Buffy and Angel rose up from their place in the bushes and made their way back to the school.

 


Inside the conference room, the Mayor surveyed the damage. "Well, this is very unfortunate. I just had this conference room redecorated, for Pete's sake. At taxpayers' expense. And, oh yeah they've got my box."

"Yeah they do, but looky what we got," Faith said as she walked into the room.

The Mayor turned round to see Willow trapped at knife point beside his slayer. He smiled.

 


"How did you guys let ... How did this happen?" Buffy asked them.

"We thought she stayed with you," Giles began.

"They must have grabbed her when she hit the ground," Angel realised. "Buffy, I'm sorry."

"Look, it's nobody's fault, okay. We just need to focus and deal. Oz, I swear I won't let them hurt her."

"We go back. Full-on assault," Xander suggested.

"They'll kill her," Giles replied. "Before we even get close."

"We're assuming they haven't already," Wesley pointed out.

"No. No, they know what she means to us. She's too valuable as long as we still have the box." Buffy paused as the solution came to her. "We trade."

"We can't," Wesley instantly argued.

"No, it's the safest plan. It's the only way, right?"

"It might well be," Giles allowed.

"We call the Mayor and arrange a meeting."

"This box must be destroyed," Wesley continued.

"I need a volunteer to hit Wesley," was Xander's response.

"Giles, you know I'm right about this," Wesley persisted.

"Still got that plane ticket, Wes?" Angel asked dangerously. "I suggest you go and use it while you still can."

"Damn it, you listen to me! This box is the key to the Mayor's Ascension. Thousands of lives depend on our getting rid of it. Now I want to help Willow as much as the rest of you, but we will find another way."

"There is no other way," Buffy said sadly.

"You're the one who said take the fight to the Mayor. You were right. This is the town's best hope of survival."

"Are you made of human parts?"

"You'd sacrifice thousands of lives? Your families, your friends? It can all end right here. We have the means to destroy this box."

Abruptly Oz moved his hand, sending the cauldron smashing into the wall, destroying the ingredients.

"Giles, make the phone call," Buffy decided.

 


In a storeroom of City Hall, Willow pulled at the iron bars on the only window in vain. Frustrated, she turned round and pulled a drawer to the floor, making a crash noisy enough to attract the guard.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, uh, I'm looking for a sucking candy, cause my mouth gets dry when I'm nervous, or held prisoner against my will."
The vampire guard growled in response and advanced towards her.

"And suddenly I'm thinking sucking isn't a good word to use around vampires. Hey! Did you get permission to eat the hostage? I don't think so. You're going to be in some trouble when the Mayor ...Ow!"

"Just a little taste."

The vamp leaned forward, then disintegrated into ash, courtesy of the pencil Willow had floated from behind into his heart. She took a deep breath to recover, then made her way out of the storeroom.

She walked passed the Mayor's office, coming to a sudden halt when she realised it was opened. Silently she stepped inside, and stood before the large cupboard inside. She opened, and looked in. Finding a secret compartment, all thoughts of escape disappeared as she found the books of Ascension.

 


"Check out the bookworm."

Willow jumped and turned round to see Faith at the office door. Inwardly she sighed, but realised that she had got enough for now. "Faith!"

"Anyone with brains, anyone who knew what was going to happen to her, would try to claw her way out of this place. But you, you just can't stop Nancy Drew-ing, can you? Guess now you know too much and that kinda just naturally leads to killing."

"Faith, wait. I want to talk to you."

"Oh yeah? Give me the speech again, please. Faith, we're still your friends. We can help you. It's not too late."

"It's way too late," Willow replied to her captor's surprise. "You know, it didn't have to be this way. But you made your choice. I know you had a tough life. I know that some people think you had a lot of bad breaks. Well, boo hoo! Poor you. You know, you had a lot more in your life than some people. I mean, you had friends in your life like Buffy. Now you have no one. You were a Slayer and now you're nothing. You're just a big selfish, worthless waste."

Faith punched her to the floor. "You hurt me, I hurt you. I'm just a little more efficient."

Willow got back up. "Aw, here I just thought you didn't have a come-back."

"You're begging for some deep pain."

"I'm not afraid of you."

Faith pulled out her knife. "Let's see what we can do about that."

"Girls, I hope I don't have to separate you two," the Mayor remarked at that moment as he came into the room. "Faith, you can play with your new toy later. Something's come up." Faith continued to hold the knife threatening at Willow. "Faith! You know I don't like repeating myself."

"I got someone. I got him," Faith pointed out to her as she put her knife away.

"I just received a heck of an interesting phone call," the Mayor informed them.

 


Night. Sunnydale High Cafeteria. The Scooby gang gathered in the centre of the room.

"The whole place is locked down, except for the front," Oz informed them.

"Yeah, it gives me that comforting trapped feeling," Xander remarked.

"One way out means one way in. I want to see them coming."

It was at that moment that the lights went out.

"Guess they're shy," Cordelia remarked.

"I can see alright.," Angel uttered dangerously.

The double door entrance swung open at that moment. Two vampire guards, followed by the Mayor, and Faith holding Willow with her new knife pointed at her neck, entered the room.

Buffy advanced towards them.

"Well, this is exciting, isn't it?" The Mayor remarked with a chuckle. "Clandestine meetings by dark of night. Exchange of prisoners. I just, I, I feel like we should all be wearing trench coats."

"Let her go," Buffy commanded.

"No. Not until the box is in my hands. So you're the little girl that's been causing me all this trouble. She's pretty, Angel. A little skinny. Still don't understand why it couldn't work out with you and my Faith. Guess you kind of just have strange taste in women."

"Well, what can I say? I like them sane," Angel replied dangerously.

Faith tightened her grip on Willow in reply. "Angel," Oz said, in a desperate tone. Angel took in the underlying message and stepped back.

"Well, I wish you kids the best, I really do. But if you don't mind a bit of fatherly advice, I, uh, I-I just don't see much of a future for you two. I don't sense a lasting relationship. And not just because I plan to kill you. You two have a bumpy road ahead."

"I don't think we need to talk about this," Buffy remarked tiredly.

"God, you kids, you know. You don't like to think about the future. You don't like to make plans. Unless you want Faith to gut your friend like a sea bass, show a little respect for your elders."

"You're not my elder. I've got a lotta years on you," Angel pointed out.

"Yeah, and that's just one of the things you're going to have to deal with. You're immortal, she's not. I married my Edna May in 'o three and I was with her right until the end. Not a pretty picture. Wrinkled and senile and cursing me for my youth. Wasn't our happiest time. And let's not forget the fact that any moment of true happiness will turn you evil. I mean, come on. What kind of a life can you offer her? I don't see a lot of Sunday picnics in the offing. I see skulking in the shadows, hiding from the sun. She's a blossoming young girl and you want to keep her from the life she should have until it has passed her by. My God! I think that's a little selfish. Is that what you came back from Hell for? Is that your greater purpose?" He shook his head in disgust. "Make the trade."

Angel moved forward with the Box. Faith let go of Willow who rushed to Oz's arms while the dark haired slayer took the box.

"One thing, Mr Mayor." Buffy began when Angel had returned to her side. "I don't believe you have all the facts about us. For example, you and Angel haven't been properly introduced."

"What?" The Mayor began, surprised.

"Professor Angel O'Connor, meet Mayor Wilkins the third," Buffy continued, a small smile on her face. Angel smirked as he nodded in greeting to the Mayor. "See that charm around his neck? It allows him to come out into the sunshine. And take up his position as lecturer of Art History at UC Sunnydale. And as for that little moment of happiness? Over to you, honey."

"I experience it every night," Angel replied, the smirk still on his face. "My soul has been permanent ever since I came back from hell."

"So, to sum up, you've got nothing that will split us. Not even immortality, because his redemption is in the works."

"Well, that went smooth," the Mayor muttered sarcastically.

"Nobody moves!" Someone suddenly cried out. The Scooby gang turned to see Snyder and two policemen enter the room. "I knew you kids were up to something."

"Snyder, get out of here," Buffy commanded rapidly.

"You're not giving orders, young lady. I suppose you're going to tell me I won't find drugs in this box."

Faith pulled out her knife as Snyder took the box. "Wait!" Buffy cried out.

"Principal Snyder," the Mayor began, coming out of the shadows. "I think we have a problem."

"Mr. Mayor, I had no idea you ... I'm terribly sorry."

"No, it's I who should apologise. Coming down here at night. What must you be thinking? But you see, I just needed to ..." he trailed off as his eyes caught the policeman behind opening the box. "No! Don't do that!"

A large spider of sorts leapt out and fastened itself on the face of the police. The rest of the cafeteria's occupants stood speechless and stunned as the spider digest the man's face before scuttling away.

"Oh god," Wesley gasped.

"Where did it go?" Xander asked.

Snyder turned to the other policeman. "Get that door open!" He yelled.

"No! You can't let that thing out of here!" Giles shouted back.

"I still want to know where it went," Xander remarked, looking around nervously.

"Listen." Buffy commanded. They obeyed to hear a high pitched whine. The spider jumped down on the Mayor.

"Boss!" Faith cried as she rushed to his aid, grabbing hold of the spider and flinging it against the wall. It scuttled off again as the Mayor's face healed. He gestured with a nod to the still opened box. "Wouldn't leave that open."

Buffy slammed down the lid, just as the spider jumped on her. Angel rushed to her and pulled it off, throwing it away.

Faith turned to the wall where Wesley was crouched. Silently she held up her knife and threw it at the wall, stabbing the spider which had just crawled up behind him.

"Is that all of them?" Cordelia asked.

"Ah, not really," the Mayor replied, holding the box. "You see, there's about fifty... billion of these happy little critters in here. Would you like to see? Raise your hand if you're invulnerable. Faith, let's go."

Faith stared at her knife, until the Mayor prompted her again. Then she reluctantly followed him.

"Snyder, you alive in there?" Buffy asked her principal when they had gone.

"You. All of you. Why couldn't you be dealing drugs like normal people?" He shook his head and walked out.

"Well, that went swimmingly," Wesley observed sarcastically.

 


"All right, you can open your eyes."

Cordelia obeyed her boyfriend's request and opened her eyes. A confused expression crossed her face. "The Bronze?" She queried.

"Yeah. Not a lot of people know, but its been up for sale recently." Xander smiled at her. "I put down a deposit this morning."

Cordelia gasped. "You didn't? Xander, how can you afford this?"

He shrugged in reply. "It wasn't too much."

"But what about your road trip?"

"Cancelled. I don't want to go without you. and this; giving you a chance of a university education, is far more important." He stepped closer to her. "I've started taking classes in Nightclub management. Now I don't want you to feel beholden to me or anything like that. I'm not expecting anything in return. I wanted to do this for you, no one else."

Cordelia smiled at him wondrously. "I don't know what to say. No one has ever done anything like this for me before."

"You don't have to say anything. Just attend University of wherever you want in September."

She chuckled as he took her into his arms. "Sunnydale. University of Sunnydale. I'm staying with all of you."

Xander smiled back at hearing that, then kissed her.

 


"We did alright," Buffy mused.

"We did more than alright," Willow replied, smiling. She reached into her pocket and drew out some papers, handing them to Giles. "Some interesting pages from the Books of Ascension, volumes one through five, I thought you might want to see."

"This is your night for suave, Will. You should get captured more often," Buffy commented as the watched Giles rushing off to his office, clutching the pagers excitedly.

"No, thank you."

"Well, let's hope there is something useful in those pages," Wesley commented. "The Mayor has the Box of Gavrock. As of now, we are right back where we started. Wouldn't you say?"

"No," Angel replied, laying his hands on the shoulders of his girlfriend. "We have those pages, and we got the Mayor rattled concerning his sources of information. I'd said we're doing slightly better than we were before."

"'When I was a child,'" Giles softly began to intone, as he emerged from his office, "'I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child. But when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I now even as also I am known.'"

The gang looked at him blankly. He sighed at their lack of learning, took off his glasses for a moment, then continued. "Its from the Bible; Corinthians; Chapter 13, Verse 12. Basically, we're staring into the dark glass of the future, from which sometimes we see no way out of. But, what we must realise, is that, no matter what, there is always another way. A light at the end of the tunnel." He paused and put his glasses back on. "We're not defeated yet."

The End.
To Be Continued In...

The Prom.