She tries that.

It works.  He gasps, and sags, and almost falls over, but they manage to catch him in time.

"What... who are... you?" he murmurs.

...Kaylee tries to ping Mallory: 'Mal, we found a guy who had a Witch's Kiss and Lianne managed to cure him.  Should we - tell him about stuff, or...?'

'He'll be in a fugue state for a while. Probably best to tell him he's having a bad dream, and that he should return home.'

She relays this to Lianne, but adds, 'I'm not sure how I feel about telling him it's a dream, though...'

'Yeah. It's probably what's safest and least distressing for him, though...'

'Maybe.  Yeah.'

'I hate lying though. But... We don't want him to be a target. If he knows. So.'

She turns to the guy and says, "You're just having a bad dream. It'll end when you go to sleep at home."

He nods.

"Do you know where you live?" Kaylee asks.  "You know how to get there?"

He nods again.

"Okay.  Don't get lost."

He wanders off.

'I think I want to follow him home,' Kaylee says.  'Make sure he gets there okay.'

'Yeah. Let's.'

He's out of it the whole way, but he doesn't get into any trouble.  Eventually he goes into a shoddy-looking apartment building.  Kaylee visibly relaxes when he does.

'That was,' she says, and sighs, and doesn't say anything else.

'Yeah.' She shudders slightly. 'At least now we can do something about it.'

She puts an arm around Lianne's shoulder.

Hug.

Hug.

"We should get home, huh."

"...Yeah, we should. Emma'll be back soon-ish."

They head home.  It's a somewhat more subdued trip.

That was... yeah. 

'Want to try again tomorrow?' Lianne asks. (She doesn't like giving up. And, hey, at least they saved a guy last time.)

'Yeah, let's.  Think you'll be able to get away?'

'...Maybe. We'll see.'

'Yeah.  We've still got the scouting group, though.  And if you can't, I'll go hunting myself and kill an extra witch for you.'  She offers Lianne a small smile.

'Heh. Yeah.'

Kaylee does end up going hunting alone on Friday, and a handful more times while Lianne's still grounded.  They both keep hunting with the scouting group as well; they never seem to run out of witches to kill.  Weeks pass.

Tobi makes her way across the American south, at a leisurely pace, stopping frequently in cities to hunt and refuel and spend a couple days in a real bed.  She's heading toward the Carolinas; Tag's noticed some odd suicide epidemics that may point to a wandering witch.  She makes the trip in a ridiculous enormous heavy-duty matte gold Jeep, her pride and joy, bought a couple years ago with lottery money after she finally got her driver's license.  She alternates between, on the one hand, posh suites in fancy hotels, and on the other, driving a ways offroad into the desert, locking the doors, and sleeping curled up in the backseat.

One night, sprawled out on a hotel bed, she tries pinging Kyubey.