Fray-Adjacent

Xander woke up earlier than he normally would on the morning after Operation Please Don't Arrest Us. It could be something about motel rooms that set his traveling-with-a-slayer clock going, but it was mostly the empty bed. Empty room: no packing sounds, no shower noises, no lights turned on, and what little light there was outside was barely sneaking through the curtains.

He scrubbed his hair out of his face, clicked the bedside lamp on, and spotted the note on the table.

"Son of a..."

He reached for his phone, glad that speed dial #1 meant he didn't have to fumble with buttons, though the time-delay might have prevented his first words on pickup from being, ( 'Where the hell are you?' )

[Preplayed with the fabtastic bridge_carson, futurebucs_star, and tatooine_doofus. NFB due to distance, but OOC is welcome. Posted illegally early because I need TEH SLEEPS.]