A Quieter Form of Chaos.

[singindemonhq]

There was a crazy feel to Sunnydale - I mean, much more than usual. I was trying to only cast enough of the mojo to check for threats to Erynne. Even so, I was picking up enough to realise that parts of the town were on the edge of chaos.

There were a number of body-swaps - or maybe I should say soul-swaps. I picked up the vibes of a kid of 13 or so in a policeman's body. The kid teetered on the edge of violence for long moments but never thought of using the gun; ended up sitting in the car weeping.

The police were likely to be in trouble anyway. There was second soul-swapper in their squadroom. He'd caught on fast and was gleefully deleting Police computer files on anyone he knew.

He wasn't the only one to be dodging thinking about the problems he was going to face by realising how much he might get away with. There were several of those about, some getting used to stronger bodies than they'd ever had before.

It was all more than enough to keep me on Erynne's trail. She wasn't used to her new body, and that was danger enough. The dangers of Sunnydale had changed, too, and we hadn't been prepared for that.