[Morgan]
Morgan almost scowled as he shrunk the scythe down to a small rod and placed it back in his jacket. He crawled into the back of the car with the Demon. He alsmot ignored the glass of whiskey, but then thought better of it, and took it. "Busy night...now that's an understatement. Four of the new Reapers found, but no trace of Light or Darkness. Yet. I sent a copy out to look for them." He sipped the whiskey, and then looked sideways at Xander, his tone flat.
"What are you doing here, Xander? Just what exactly are you looking for this time? How long has it been, seventy years or so since I saw you last?"