Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.“I'm really getting sick of that sound.”Buffy looks...up from her semi-repetitive vigil at Faith's beside to see the brunette staring back at her.“I mean, I know it's keeping me alive and everything, but after waking up to it three or four times, you kinda start to wish that they could hook up to an iPod and make it sound a little livelier.”There's a smile from Buffy at Faith's comment.“Well there you. Tugging at her skirt Rebecca would hold it on as my wife did her best to take it off. Looking at me with disgust she whispered"Get over here and help me get her undressed, hold her down or something I have to get these clothes off of her or she’s not going to rest at all"Sighing and thinking of how my plans for the evening were going to change I stayed in the room long enough to help my wife get Rebecca under control then left quickly so that she could get her out of the clothes and leaving her. Cheryl knows what she's talking about.In a few moments, Emily approached us, a rather handsome woman in her late fifties or early sixties and asked me "Are you Pam?" I said I was and Emily looked at Darla. "And this is?" I nudged my gurl."Oh" she piped "Darla."Emily held out her hand and said "Come with Emily Darla dear, we'll get you all fixed up." Off they went with me in tow.We spent an hour plus there and I lost count of the number of wigs Emily tried on Darla. We finally settled on two, a. "Dirty" was in fact a descriptor that applied to her in general. Shehad a pretty face with a thin nose and bright blue eyes which was onlysomewhat marred by the flecks of dirt and soot on it. She was dressed in asimple brown tunic which was badly torn and ragged, its original colorlong since lost. It was held in place by a simple belt, and the girl hadwrapped her hands and lower legs in long strips of cloth (also very dirtyand dusty) for some protection. The guards at the gate quickly wrote.