Arrival...
I've a very great dislike for airports. Heathrow was at least orderly if crowded. At least there they knew how to handle one with the descent respect one deserves as one of their clients. The flight was pure horror. I ended up between two rather large American ladies who were obviously friends and had visited London for a short vacation. It all ended up with them rather over enthusiastically telling me all about their trip, showing me photographs, which for some reason I cannot fathom, also involved showing me photographs for their entire bloody family. I smiled and nodded politely, because they obviously meant well. But really, they were quite annoying. If that was to be an indication of American people...
I was never more happier when we finally landed at LAX. Saying my goodbyes to the ladies, I made my way over to collect my luggage. I had half expected it to still be in London or somewhere on a desert Island in the middle of the pacific with my luck. But wonder of wonders it was just where it should be. Collecting them I made my way over to my next line of business. Getting a car to drive to this Sunnydale. And a map, a map would be very useful as well, I guess.
"There ya go, Mister Wyndam-Pryce," The charming young lady smiled at me. She handed over the keys to the car the Council had rented for me. "And don't forget," she continued with a giggle. "We drive on the right side of the road here."
"I shall endeavor to remember that, Miss," I smile at her. Twit. As if I'm not aware of the fact that most of the rest of the world is driving on the wrong side of the road. Dragging my luggage after me I make my way over to the car and sigh when I finally get behind the wheel. I need to calm down and focus here. I can't make my father proud or the council if I go around as a bloody nervous wreck. The letter for Mister Giles is burning in my pocket. I wonder if he got the official one yet. Add that job and the one I came here to do, that's quite a lot for someone who just came from the academy. But I can do it, they have chosen me, no matter my fathers objections.
It's going to be difficult but the job needs to be done. And I shall prove to everyone once and for all that I'm the right man for the job. Staring the car I peer at the map I've purchased and blink. Sunnydale is quite some distance from Los Angeles. Dear lord, I do hope I don't get lost. This is America after all. Bloody hell I'm nervous, I really hope I will calm down during the drive. I cannot muck this up.
I was never more happier when we finally landed at LAX. Saying my goodbyes to the ladies, I made my way over to collect my luggage. I had half expected it to still be in London or somewhere on a desert Island in the middle of the pacific with my luck. But wonder of wonders it was just where it should be. Collecting them I made my way over to my next line of business. Getting a car to drive to this Sunnydale. And a map, a map would be very useful as well, I guess.
"There ya go, Mister Wyndam-Pryce," The charming young lady smiled at me. She handed over the keys to the car the Council had rented for me. "And don't forget," she continued with a giggle. "We drive on the right side of the road here."
"I shall endeavor to remember that, Miss," I smile at her. Twit. As if I'm not aware of the fact that most of the rest of the world is driving on the wrong side of the road. Dragging my luggage after me I make my way over to the car and sigh when I finally get behind the wheel. I need to calm down and focus here. I can't make my father proud or the council if I go around as a bloody nervous wreck. The letter for Mister Giles is burning in my pocket. I wonder if he got the official one yet. Add that job and the one I came here to do, that's quite a lot for someone who just came from the academy. But I can do it, they have chosen me, no matter my fathers objections.
It's going to be difficult but the job needs to be done. And I shall prove to everyone once and for all that I'm the right man for the job. Staring the car I peer at the map I've purchased and blink. Sunnydale is quite some distance from Los Angeles. Dear lord, I do hope I don't get lost. This is America after all. Bloody hell I'm nervous, I really hope I will calm down during the drive. I cannot muck this up.