One of God's children

Mitchell had about fifteen increasingly desperate text messages on his phone from George by the time he got Portalocity on the phone. By the time he'd finally gotten it through to the Portalocity official that he wanted to get to a specific point in Bristol and now, the amount of texts had added up to at least thirty.

By the time he finally got a portal, there were no more texts. There was one voicemail message that contained a fair bit of screaming, and another message that carried Annie's whispering voice across from it, but no other news. He was more than worried.

As it turned out, the portal didn't spew him out in the right time or at the right location. He wound up tracking through several floors of the hospital, dodging old co-workers and poking around to find the way back to the cellar. Faster and faster, he went - although if someone had gotten stuck with George in the cellar, then he was already too late.

By the time he got to the cellar, the door was open.

And Annie was standing there. Mobile. Outside the house. And someone - someone not George - was talking at her.

This was bizarre.

Mitchell poked his head through the door and found the familiar sight of naked, dirty, slightly bloody George with the rather less familiar sight of a fully-clad woman by his side.

She blinked. Then strode towards the entrance. "Oh, you must be the vampire," she said, gave Mitchell a nod, and disappeared up the stairs.

What in the--

George smiled weakly.

Ah. She was the ex.

Mitchell transformed his near-exclamation of surprise into a far smoother, "Let's get a pint, then."

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, the last bit... okay, the second-to-last bit I'll ever take from the pilot. mmm, deadpan ]]