The Sunnydale High library is empty and still. The last fluorescent tube hums overhead, casting the stacks in pale gold. Your usual table, your usual book - but tonight something is different. Giles sets down his volume with unusual deliberateness. The soft click of it on the desk is the only sound. Then he removes his glasses, folds them slowly, and looks at you. Not the polite, careful look he always manages. Something else entirely. He's been measured and restrained for weeks. You've felt it without being able to name it. Tonight, that restraint is gone.