The next day, in the library. Buffy, Giles, Willow, Xander, Ms. Calendar and Paul are talking.
"Then you're leaving today," Giles said.
"Yeah." Paul said. "If nothing else, I need to make it look like there was nothing interesting here. I'm not sure what to do when the article on Dane's death from the local newspaper hits the net."
"Oh, I think we can handle that part," Willow said smiling and glancing at Ms. Calendar who was smiling just much. Giles just looked uncomfortable.
"And who is this Angel?" Paul asked Buffy. He had wondered about Angel all night. The man who he woke up to yesterday. The man Xander went to get before they started looking for Buffy.
"A friend," Buffy said smiling. "He helps me sometimes. A lot, actually."
"I'd like to help too," Paul said, earnestly looking at her. "I know I won't be here, but I'd like to do something."
"Keep your site under control," Ms. Calendar said.
"Yes," said Giles. "Its far safer for Buffy if everyone thinks the Slayer is just a myth. Those of us who know must guard her secret at all costs. Even our most trusted friend could end up betraying her. It has happened before."
"I'll make sure no one will discover the truth--not on my site anyway." Paul said.
"And one other thing." Giles said. "About the prophecies Willow printed for me. I've seen most, but not all. Is there some way I can get my hands on the original texts?"
Paul smiled. This could be a way to help that would satisfy him. "I'll see what I can do," he said, "We can at least put you in touch with our sources. And I can keep my eyes open for you. People send me new stuff all the time. And a lot is out there on the net. We're finding new stuff all the time."
"But I assure you," he added as an afterthought, "our transcripts are accurate."
"Don't be offended," Ms. Calendar offered, "He thinks your transcripts are rather dull. Rupert just likes his prophecies to be smelly..."