"Okay. I'm not sure if they've found you yet - they might not have started looking; my dad arrested the one who killed me and he might not have had a chance to report to his colleagues yet." She waves a hand vaguely as she wishes on a hex. "If they haven't found you yet, they never will."

"Well, thank you," says James. "Would you rather give me magic sleeplessness powers and start talking about your plans for world conquest, or head home and pick up later?"

"I could give you magic sleeplessness powers, put you on the telepathic network, go home, and introduce you to my friends, including my Watcher, an unusual specimen in not being utterly morally bankrupt, and a couple more technically dead people."

"I think that's a great plan," says James.

[Ta-da! Brainphone! You can put up busy messages if you don't want to be disturbed, according to any algorithm you like. Works in text and speech both.] "Chris, do you want in on the telepathy too?"

"I think I'll pass for now."

[Catching up with Tony,] says Sherlock's busy message.

[Giles, you awake still?]

[Yes...?]

[Found the new Slayer, gave her the rundown, hid her from the Watchers, she'd like to help me take over the world, wanna talk to her?]

[Why not.]

[Conference call!] says Bella brightly. [This is Giles, the not-morally-bankrupt Watcher I told you about.]

[What a recommendation,] he says dryly.

[Could be worse.]

[It's your most distinguishing feature in the category of Watchers, as far as I can tell,] Bella says. [I could have said 'here, meet this fellow who cleans his glasses a lot' or 'behold, a collector of demonology texts', but Watchers was the category under discussion.]

He laughs.

[Good to meet you,] she says cheerfully.

[Hey Giles, do you want to not need sleep anymore, too?]

[...Sure.]

"Thank you," he says, blinking. "That teleportation trick is going to take some getting used to."

"Anything I could do to make that easier?"

"...Announce yourself before arriving?"

"I did, sort of. Is some more elaborate system called for?"