stilljustandrew | (no subject)

I think I'm figuring this place out. It's kind of like the Inn Between. I've met maybe half a dozen people I recognize from comics or TV shows. Tim Hunter recognized me back. He said in his world, Buffy's got a TV show and I'm on it. Which is cool. And scary, but mostly cool.

Willow's here too, but she's here from the future. I've got to remember not to let her tell me anything more about next year.

God. I met John frelling Crichton, and the Scorpius neuroclone had him. And I've got to be the only one here who knows.

Is that why I'm stuck here? Is this my part in some cosmic plan? Am I supposed to save him? How??

I want to go home.
And even if I weren't stuck here, home isn't there anymore.