Out of the Madhouse by Christopher Golden

Author:Christopher Golden [Golden, Christopher]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Horror, Fantasy & Magic, Fiction, Horror & Ghost Stories, Juvenile Fiction, Media Tie-In
ISBN: 9780743431408
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2001-08-14T23:00:00+00:00

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But no.

Giles had established which area of the city the Gatehouse must be in, by virtue of its age and the fact that it was supposed to be set on a hill. Other than that, they were on their own. But Giles wasn’t giving up. The car was illegally parked in a tow zone while they stood inside a weird convenience store, which also seemed to carry souvenirs and gifts. Giles quizzed the frumpy woman behind the counter about the existence of Ye Gatehouse—physically describing it and offering the name Regnier, but coming up empty. Buffy and the others had wandered up and down the aisles for nearly five minutes, and boredom was quickly setting in. As she glanced through the postcards, Buffy found one with a picture and some information about the Boston Computer Museum and thought of Willow. Since the plane had taken off, she’d done little else but think about Willow. And her mom. And Angel.

Xander ambled up to them with a pair of Paul Revere–head salt and pepper shakers. “It’s no good, vixens,” he said sadly, using the pepper as a puppet to speak to them. “Giles is absolutely positive that the Gatehouse is within blocks of this very spot and we must be off imeedjutleh.”

“He does not talk like that,” Buffy objected, then moved her shoulders and cricked her neck. “I swear, when I’m old enough to rent a car, the word subcompact will never cross my lips.”

“That word has yet to cross my lips,” Cordelia pointed out. “I’m thinking, why not a limo?”

Xander gave her a look. “Cor, do you have any notion how much a school librarian takes home after taxes?” His eyes widened as he spied the rack of postcards and pointed at a photograph of the harbor.

“Ooh, taxes! Boston Tea Party! This is where it all went down.”

“Yes, it’s quite exciting, isn’t it?” Giles said happily. He was carrying a large foldout map, which he was struggling to refold. “History surrounds us. And not a theme park nor some ghastly recreation containing a burger house in sight.”

“Burger house?” Buffy drawled. “You said that, right?”

He blinked at her. Before he had a chance to respond, Xander said, “They’re in the Dutch section of Boston. Burger houses.”

“Not that we’ll see any,” Buffy went on. Then she caught herself and straightened her shoulders. “Which is fine, because we are here on a mission.”

“I just hope it’s not mission impossible,” Xander said, stretching and yawning. “I didn’t get much sleep on the plane. Do you guys realize it’s still night at home? We could still be sleeping.”

“If the world weren’t hanging by a thread,” Cordelia said. She gestured to Xander’s salt and pepper shakers. “Are you getting those for your mom?”

Xander nodded. Though she didn’t seem to have any affinity for the kitchen whatsoever, Mrs. Harris collected salt and pepper shakers. Buffy did not see the point. What good was stockpiling something just to put it on a shelf? Now, crossbows.

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