Warren's Room at the Arms, Pre-Dawn, Monday Morning

This time it was Karla who woke up first, as Fandom returned those gifts it had taken away. Most nights, being woken up by a wing-buffet to the face would have ended with sulking and poking at Warren until he was awake enough to apologize and make it up to her, but this morning it just made Karla squeal and grin. Especially when, a moment later, she realized that she could sense Warren again, the familiar pulse of emotions there waiting to be acknowledged.

"Warren! Warren! Wake up!" She was like a little kid at Christmas. Or, okay, like herself at Christmas. "Warren!"

Sure, he had to be up early to catch his portal back to Sunnydale and would probably appreciate sleep. But Karla was positive that he'd appreciate knowing he had his wings back even more.

"Oh no the stock market crashed!"

That'd get him up.