Inside the office, the colour bomb only got worse. Jamie was momentarily distracted from his worry by the walls that were painted to look like a rainbow. Stryker wanted to gouge his eyes out. Wanted to run down to the nearest hardware store and buy a bulk load of black paint and plaster the whole lot.

But it wasn't about him and he did his best to hide his hatred for the cheery setting.

"Hi, my name is Becky. Welcome to Sunnydale," the young girl from behind the counter said cheerfully. Bubblegum pink hair—which Jamie gazed at, somewhat awestruck—and a bright smile, the girl stood. She looked around eighteen, maybe...