"Now it is," Faith sauntered into the room, somehow pulling attention from Chloe. Daniel got the feeling that such was the norm for her; he idly wondered how many men - or women - stranded here had been with Faith. If he hadn't had his journal, he might have thought that he was one of them, but he knew that he wasn't.

The Vampire Slayer siddled up to Chloe. With a glean of possession in her eyes, she raked them over the far too attractive blond and licked her lips in appreciation. Her voice purred with suggestion, "Locke's got it right. You look good enough to eat."

Daniel doubted he was the only one in the room who's imagination and libido went in a very inappropriate direction.


"Let's head out then," Daniel declared more sharply than intended. He looked to the room at large, "Let's try to get back before dusk."

With a nod, Daniel headed out the door.