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Slayer onna couch, stretched out with a cup of coffee.

This is your GIP.

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Faith stews, silently.

Her thoughts are not pleasant ones.

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Havelock nods, fitting information together in his mind carefully.

"I will ask who I can. Faith?"

He regards the Slayer quietly.

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Faith looks up at him, silently.

She's wearing Slayer Face.

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Havelock looks calmly back.

"Are you all right?"

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"No."

Faith's voice is calm, matter-of-fact.

"Won't be until either I know Shelley's safe or anybody that may have hurt her is dead at my feet."

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"Fair enough."

Havelock nods coolly. "Do you have any kind of way to find this man?"

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"Not that I can think of offhand, unfortunately. If I did..."

She'd probably already be gone.

She's stupid like that sometimes.

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Evidently.

"It is possible she is ill, or something of the kind," he says quietly. "Possibly unlikely, but not unknowm."

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Faith isn't convinced.

She nods, but leans against Michael anyway, worried and angry.

Woe.