Originally broadcasted 1/02/06
Greek Island – Docks – Day
Jeff and Lorinda walked down the plank of the small boat to the dock.
“This is sooo cool,” Lorinda said, excitement in her voice. “I’ve never been to Greece. Heck, I’ve never been outside the U.S.…unless you count Canada, but really, who counts Canada? It’s right across the lake back home, for Pete’s sake.”
Lorinda was all smiles, but Jeff seemed distracted. He looked around the seaport in various directions. Fixing his eyes on one spot, he motioned for Lorinda to follow him.
“This way,” was all he said.
“Lighten up, Jeff,” Lorinda said as she tagged along. “This should be a fun trip.”
“You need to stay focused,” Jeff replied. “This isn’t a holiday pleasure cruise.”
“Well, technically, New Year’s is a holiday,” she retorted.
“When I say ‘holiday,’ I mean a vacation,” Jeff said. “Remember, we’re working here.”
They walked a few more paces. “So where’s this priest guy, anyway?” Lorinda asked.
“His church isn’t too far from the docks,” Jeff answered. “He said take the second street from the right, so I’m assuming this is the way.”
“Didn’t he give you an address? We could ask one of the locals. If we tell them we’re from the Watchers Council and –” Lorinda was cut off by Jeff’s cupped hands over her mouth.
He quickly removed his hand. “He wants to keep this quiet, which means we can’t be blabbing about the Council,” he explained,lowering his voice on the word “Council.” “We’ll find him, don’t worry. Come on.”
Cleveland Hopkins International Airport – Day
Althenea’s smile widened as she watched Rowena and Willow talking to each other. Rowena looked over first and spotted the raven-haired witch. She nodded toward Althenea and motioned with her hand, making Willow look over. Her smile only grew larger when the two waiting women also grinned.
“It’s been ages since I’ve seen you,” Althenea teased as she pulled Rowena into an embrace.
“It’s been a few weeks,” Rowena corrected her.
“Maybe it just feels like forever,” Althenea replied. She turned to Willow. “Now, it has been quite some time since I’ve seen you.”
Willow pulled her into a tight hug. “I just want to go on record and say I don’t think this is necessary,” she said. “But I’m ultra happy to see you.”
“Point taken.” Althenea nodded.
“So, what’s on your agenda tonight, huh?“ Rowena asked.
“Nothing except spending time with my two dear friends,” Althenea answered.
“Well, one dear friend, actually,” Rowena replied, causing a confused look on Althenea’s face. Willow nodded. “We got a call about a hell hound or something around Detroit, so I’m heading out to investigate it shortly. However, I plan to make the most of the time that I have.”
“Well then, lead the way,” Althenea said, motioning toward the exit.
Greek Church – Moments Later
Jeff and Lorinda approached a man in a collar who was sweeping the steps of a small church with a broom.
When Jeff came within a few yards, the priest stopped his task and made his way down the stairs, moving toward Jeff.
“Father Niko Makros?” he began. “I’m Jeff Lindquist, and this is my slayer Lorinda.” The Father nodded and then began to quickly speak in Greek. “Whoa! One minute,” Jeff said, holding his hands in front of him. He held up one finger and then produced an electronic dictionary from his back pocket.
Lorinda rolled her eyes as Jeff and the man gathered around the device. She slowly made her way off toward the graveyard that sat on the side of the church.
She walked around the tombstones, looking at the names. She tried to read one of them out loud.
“Pap-a-dop-o-lis?” she muttered. “Jeez, I’d get a headache living here with these goofy names.”
She walked a few more steps, looking at the grave markers, and then stopped in her tracks. Her mouth began to open, but no sound came out. She moved down to her knees to reveal that the name she was looking at was her very own.
It read: “Lorinda Sheparton 1791-1807.”
“Holy crap,” she whispered.
End of Teaser