Tony Foster

Following Leah's guidance, they found a shallow hole in an alley off Hastings Street between Gore and Main. The Chinese restaurant along one side was just opening, so they waited while a bored young man in kitchen whites tossed yellow plastic bags of garbage into the Dumpster.

“Why do these kinds of metaphysical things always happen in alleys,” Tony wondered as they walked past the Dumpster. “Why not in the middle of the TransCanada? Or a meter over the sock counter at Sears? Or in someone’s apartment?”

[Parts of this post and the comments are from chapter eight of Smoke and Ashes.]

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After escaping from the house, Tony had to deal with a couple of metaphysically confused Mounties, an EMT and a sexually confused actor. There wasn't time for Henry to get back to his condo safely, so the vampire wrapped himself in a blackout curtain and tucked himself away in the trunk of his BMW. Tony drove the car back to Henry's condo and parked it safely in the underground lot. Then he left a message for Dinah and crashed out in the room that used to be his.

He woke up a few hours later, his branded left hand throbbing with pain. He took a few Tylenol and managed a brief shower. He wavered for a few seconds over ordering takeout, since he knew Henry hated the smell of food in his condo. But the only stuff in the fridge was bottled water and he didn't have the energy to go out for anything, so he decided Henry could suck it up and deal.

Once he had some food in his stomach, he picked up his phone again and dialed Dinah. He had some 'splaining to do.

[For blondecanary. Previous parts: one, two and three.

ETA: And with the Dinah thread, plot is done! Thanks to oops_mbad for her Henry and huge thanks to blondecanary for all her help. This is the highly condensed version of Tony's adventure; you can read Smoke and Mirrors by Tanya Huff for the full story, since the deviations from canon are pretty minor.]