Hannah got off the train and took in the relatively quiet station. She arrived in Sunnydale just before midnight. She felt exhausted, cold and of course sleepy. As soon as Hannah stepped off the platform, she saw someone standing there holding a piece of paper with her name, 'Hannah', written on it.

Hannah smiled as she spotted the man with light brown curly hair and quickly approached him.

"Hi, you must be Don," Hannah greeted him.

Don smiled broadly and held out his hand. ...