Continent hopping scrambled her time sense for days but Faith guessed that the night was still young as she swung, loose hipped and grinning, out of the London club. Leavin' early. Gettin' old, she thought. Or the Watcher's rubbing off on me.

Drabble: Xander and his family move to a new town. Anythings better the the hellmouth. Right?

This story starts, as many of the greatest stories in history do, with a talking frog. You could argue that it starts sometime before that, with a vampire that's been turned into a puppet. According to Eliot, the word again should be tagged onto the end of that sentence. Or you could argue that it starts with that said puppet walking into a bar.