"Very unlikely," sighs Karen, before motioning for Cam to follow and strolling out the door.

Cam follows her.

She looks relatively less together again, now that she's not in front of Zana. She takes them fairly slowly in the direction of Willy's bar, which is a ways off from this part of town. 

"So can you talk now, or...?"

No, I'm still on the same binding as before says Cam's computer, but this is pretty close.

"Cool. ...Thank you. For, uh, looking after Zana. And preventing me from murdering more people. And stuff."

You're welcome.

"Did she say - why, exactly, she wanted me re-ensouled and not killed?"

It was sort of left implicit

"Ah. Thanks anyway."

Willy's Place is a sort of run-down looking building at this particular moment in time, although a lot of that is the boarded-up window in front. Regardless, the sign says they're open, and a few human and variously demonic patrons are sitting at tables.

Willy himself is behind the bar, and smiles widely when he sees them. "Well! Hello, hello. Do you know that your movie is one of the most popular items we've ever sold?"

"You know what?" says Karen, almost idly, "I was in a bad mood when I walked in here, but I think I may have upgraded to complete and total despair."

Movie?

     "Oh, you haven't seen it?" asks Willy. "Well, it's not for the faint of heart - or stomach - but you know, I thought it was very artistically innovative. You can have a copy for ten bucks."

"It's a snuff film," says Karen, sitting down at the bar. "And honestly I was going to discuss other things, but I guess we're discussing this now! Now, Willy, I know that you fear the laws of neither God nor man, but I am going to appeal to your sense of human decency. Please give me all the copies you have so that I can destroy them with a sledgehammer."

     "Oh, I couldn't do that, I had about a couple hundred more copies made. I stand to lose a lot of money if I don't sell them. Not worried, though, they sell like hotcakes. And hey, I thought you really liked that they were doing so well? You sure you don't want one?" he asks Cam.

Not my genre.

She takes a deep breath, because while breathing isn't strictly necessary anymore it's still pretty good for not wanting to punch people. "Willy, you gotta destroy them."

     He frowns, deeply and sorrowfully. "Could you at least pay half price for them? Buy me out?"

"No? I am not paying you like a thousand dollars for documentation of how I was murdered. I was there! I actually know how it went."

     "Please, I got a family - "

" - you know, I suddenly feel really sorry for them. This is the deal: I destroy all of your DVDs with a sledgehammer, because I'm going to do that either way, and separately I pay you, like, two hundred bucks to give me a rundown of everything that's happened in Sunnydale for the past year. Can you just make arbitrary objects, Cam? Notebooks, pens?"

I think I can do that. Zana said 'sure' when Karen said something about him babysitting vampires and he volunteered, making small incidentals should be covered - yep, notebook, pen.

"Thanks!"

And so she takes down the last year of Sunnydale history. Something about a coven that went to a lot of trouble to raise their leader as a lich, but then they all moved out to LA. List of notable vampires who have done notable things. Three more churches burned down in various fights. She gets over wanting to punch Willy fairly quickly; he's super annoying, and on some axes a terrible person, but you can't say he doesn't pay attention to stuff. 

Several pages of notes later, she thanks him, pinky swears to get him his money in a timely manner, and heads into the back without waiting for permission to do so.

Cam follows her.

Willy has a bunch of vaguely suspicious-looking chests and coolers in the back, plus an entire bookshelf of DVDs. Three shelves are devoted to copies of The Passion of the Slayer.

"I don't suppose you can also conjure sledgehammers on short notice, huh."

Cam seems to be able to do that actually.

" - neat."

And so she pulls the DVDs off the shelf and thoroughly destroys them, then frowns sadly at her handiwork.

"I was hoping that would be cathartic or something, but I don't think it worked."

Sorry.

"S'OK. I'll just have to do therapy or something like everybody else."

She sighs and finds a broom and dustpan and sweeps all the broken stuff into the trash. She tells Willy to make better decisions as she passes him on the way out.

They swing through several cemeteries in the process of looping around back to the church. Occasionally Karen ducks into one of the crypts to check whether it's deserted or whether any of the secret passages look recently used. Eventually she gets to a fairly well-dusted crypt with a single extant grave in the middle. She pulls herself up onto it and sits.

"This is where Zeke lived."

I'm sorry.

"I just - some of my friends were demons, you know? Zeke was a soulless vampire with a history of pre-friendship murder. And it didn't even matter. Wasn't good enough for her. I have somehow managed to kill - quite possibly every single person besides Zana who has ever remotely cared about me."

Do you want a hug?

"I'm - mostly really aggressively trying to get the moping part of this process out of the way, but I guess that might help too."