When: Three Thirty-Seven in the afternoon.
Where: Los Angeles. Specifically, the Los Angeles Branch Offices of Wolfram and Hart.
What: Zombie invasion of Los Angeles.

Just a typical day on the job. For me, anyway.

I'd gone home after having Chinese with Dawn. It had been... nice, spending time with someone who hadn't lived through the last year of Angel Investigations, but I could see my presence was confusing Dawn, if not making her down-right uncomfortable. I couldn't say I blamed her -- Dawn and I had never been 'friends' in Sunnydale, we'd barely even known each other until Buffy's Senior year of high school. So why was I showing up at her door now? To be honest, I didn't know either. I just... enjoyed seeing her again. She felt ... comfortable to be around, even when it was awkward. She'd always been comfortable to be around.

Well, anyway, I'd gone home before things got ~really~ awkward. I took the elevator to my bedroom, crawled into bed, and was out for at least six and a half hours before Wesley's phone call woke me up.

Zombies were swarming into the city from all over, crawling up through the sewers and attacking the homeless and the pedestrians in back alleyways, growing in number with no sign of abating.

I told you it was a typical day.

Wesley'd thought there was a 'friendly' necromancy cult outside of the city that could be called upon to help deal with the flood of undead washing over the city. Because it was daytime, he'd taken Lorne with him to go get them on our side. Fred was down in the lab, examining Zombie flesh for pathogens and viruses that could spread disease. Gunn was in his office, dancing between his phone and his e-mail and his fax machine to keep the city's law enforcement agencies spun like a top while we got a handle on the infestation. Spike pointed out the City of Angels was turning into the 'bleedin' party house o' the damned.' (In other words, Spike was being a nuisance.)

A typical day. Including when Wesley got captured by the Necromancers. Lorne got away and found a payphone to warn us that we needed to perform the Ritual of Skarcearos to unbind the zombie flood from its masters and send them back to their grave, but before Lorne could tell us what the ritual was, the Necromancers caught up to him and dragged him away from the phone, screeching into the connection that if Wolfram and Hart's new CEO wanted to interfere with their plans so badly, then he could face the Undead himself.

Typical.

I burst through the doors of Wesley's Research Department and looked around, holding in my hands the few pages of notes that I'd gotten from Lorne. "...Hello?"