Room 406, O Dear God hundred A.M.

When he got back from taking Logan to the Clinic, Xander checked on his frog -- which stared solemnly at him and nibbled on what was either the remains of a fly or something Xander didn't want to contemplate -- then called Veronica, leaving a voicemail when he didn't get an immediate answer.

You'd think by the time he'd almost literally crawled into bed, he'd be too tired to lay awake for at least an hour, staring at the pencils on the ceiling in the faint light of the security lamps outside the window, but you'd be wrong.



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