Story by CN Winters and Zahir al Daoud
Written by CN Winters and Dan Joslyn (additional writing by Susan Carr)
Produced and Directed by CN Winters
Edited by DragonWriter17
Sounds by CSR
Art Direction by Robert Kidman
Artists – Robert Kidman, CN Winters, Zahir al Daoud, Isis, Mattxxx, and Humaira
Fade In:
Ext.
Greek Island – Docks – Day
Jeff and Lorinda walked down the plank of the small boat to the dock. 
"This is sooo cool," Lorinda said, excited. "I’ve never been to Greece. Heck, I’ve never been outside the U.S.…unless you count Canada, but really, who counts Canada? It’s right across the lake back home for Pete’s sake," she rambled.
Lorinda was all smiles, but Jeff appeared distracted. He looked around the seaport in various directions. Fixing his eyes on one spot, he motioned Lorinda to follow him.
"This way," was all he said.
"Lighten up, Jeff," Lorinda said as she tagged along. "This should be a fun trip."
"You need to stay focused," Jeff replied. "This isn’t a holiday pleasure cruise."
"Well, technically New Year’s is a holiday," she retorted.
"When I say ‘holiday,’ I mean a vacation," Jeff said, "Remember, we’re working here."
They walked a few more paces. "So where’s this priest guy anyway?" Lorinda asked.
"His church isn’t too far from the docks," Jeff answered. "He said take the second street from the right, so I’m assuming this is the way."
"Didn’t he give you an address? We could ask one of the locals. If we tell them we’re from the Watchers Council and—" Lorinda replied but was cut off my Jeff’s cupped hands over her mouth.
He quickly removed his hand. "He wants to keep this quiet, which means we can’t be blabbing about the Council," he explained as he lowered his voice on the word ‘Council’. "We’ll find him, don’t worry. Come on," he added.
Cut To:
Int.
Cleveland – Hopkins International
Airport – Day
Althenea’s smile widened as she watched Rowena and Willow talking to each other. Rowena looked over first and spotted the raven-haired witch. She nodded toward Althenea and motioned with her hand, making Willow look over. The smile grew only larger as the two waiting women also smiled.
"It’s been ages since I’ve seen you," Althenea teased as she pulled Rowena into an embrace.
"It’s been a few weeks," Rowena corrected her.
"Maybe it just feels like forever," Althenea replied. She turned to Willow. "Now, it has been quite some time since I’ve seen you," she added.
Willow pulled her into a tight hug. "I just want to go on record and say I don’t think this is necessary," she began. "But I’m ultra happy to see you."
"Point taken," Althenea replied.
"So, what's on your agenda tonight huh?" Rowena asked.
"Nothing except spending time with my two dear friends," Althenea answered.
"Well, one dear friend, actually," Rowena replied, causing a confused look on Althenea’s face as Willow nodded. "We got a call about a hell hound or something around Detroit, so I’m heading out to investigate it shortly. However, I plan to make the most of the time that I have," she told her.
"Well then, lead the way," Althenea said as she motioned toward the exit.
Cut To:
Ext.
Greek Church – Moments Later
Jeff and Lorinda approached a man in a collar who stood sweeping the steps of the church with a broom.
When Jeff came within a few yards, the priest stopped his task and made his way down the stairs, moving toward Jeff.
"Father Niko Makros?" he began. "I’m Jeff Lindquist, and this is my slayer Lorinda." The Father nodded and then began to quickly speak in Greek. "Whoa! One minute," Jeff said, holding his hands in front of them. He held up one finger and then produced an electronic dictionary from his back pocket.
Lorinda rolled her eyes as Jeff and the man gathered around the device. She slowly made her way off toward a graveyard that sat on the side of the church.
She walked around the tombstones, looking at the names. She tried to read one of them out loud.
"Pap-a-dop-o-lis?" she muttered. "Jeez, I’d get a headache
living here with these goofy names."
She walked a few more steps, looking at the grave markers, and then stopped in her tracks. Her mouth began to open, but no sound came out. She moved down to her knees to reveal that the name she was looking at was her very own.
It read: "Lorinda Covington 1791-1807."
"Holy crap," she muttered.
Fade Out.
End of
Teaser
To
Act One