Angel

“When I heard the Faith Lehane was back in town, I didn’t feel I could pass up the chance to meet you.”

“I don’t control the magic. But it does do me favours sometimes. It’s becoming alive, Angel. A little more every day.”

“Something tells me we took a wrong turn.”

“What sort of catastrophe is dropping on us this time? The face-eating demon from the poison dimension? A steampunk spaceship full of talking cockroaches? Amway salesmen?”

“Do you really want me bumbling around on my own with dynamite and a cigarette lighter, or do you want to help?”