Storm clouds started brewing over the Sunnydale’s horizon.  There had been thunder and lightning for days but no rain, which was desperately needed for the parched grass and dying gardens and lawns.

            Nobody paid any mind to the man and woman walking on the hot sidewalk together.  Occasionally, their clothes would shimmer, revealing ancient Grecian clothing, a glamour.  “Zeus, I believe the mortals have suffered enough for the Slayer’s deeds. It is time to punish the one, not the whole.”  Zeus, the king of the Greek gods, nodded his head in agreement.  “Very well. What did you have in mind?”