Giles? Hello? [ This thing … did pick up, right? Oh, it must be the machine. ] Look, I know you’re all … life of leisure guy lately and all, and that’s great, really, you connect to your inner Kerouac. [ A beat. An exhale. ] But, I need you. Really need you. As in … not really sure what went on last night and need some … bronze-y Adonis-shaped gaps filled in. [ Cue shifty look at Finnick, then she hangs up the phone, sliding it back on the counter. ]

He wasn't there? [Look, Finnick may be in the middle of a difficult time in his life but he still knows what an answering machine message sounds like. He also appreciates the compliments about his beautiful body. :') Or would if he understood the significance of them. ANYWAY.]

Looks like it's up to us to save ourselves, in that case.

[And thus, he goes to the front door and walks out onto the front yard to investigate. It's worth noting that he did not stop to get dressed at any point between waking up and this moment, so he's still in his underwear. (They are boxers. ftr.) ]

[ MEANWHILE, BUFFY GOES CLAMBERING OUT THE FRONT DOOR AFTER HIM BECAUSE OH GOD UNDERWEAR -- at least she’s in her pajama pants and camisole. She has some sense of common decency, unlike her new roommate. Husband. Roommate. Whatever the fuck he is. ] Hey, guy, you can’t just -- [ O h. She looks up and down the street, coming to a slow halt on the front lawn. Which is manicured. As is every one up and down the street. ] Uhh …