[The video feed shows one of the many identical hallways of the many identical Community Buildings. It shows Giles, sitting against the wall just a couple of feet away, and it shows him tossing something at the wall only to have it bounce back to him a second or two later. He tosses it. It bounces back. He tosses, it bounces, always hitting the opposite wall before returning unerringly to his hand.Observant viewers will be able to identify the object of his attention as a red rubber ball. The ex-Watcher's expression is distant and far away. When a ginger paw bats at his knee to divert his attention, he looks down at Edna and smiles, sadly. He lets the ball drop in front of her, Edna promptly pounces on it for rolly polly antics. But even she seems to see that Giles' heart isn't in it, and after a few minutes she abandons her toy and lets him pick the ball up again. Then the cat curls up against Giles' side and starts to purr. He turns the red rubber ball over and over in his hands. Briefly, his expression is pained, and lost.
It might seem as though Giles is entirely unaware that his journal is transmitting, at least before he speaks.]
Did any of you ever have any pets? Funny, I'm...not sure what most people keep as pets. Certainly not on other worlds. Dogs and cats, yes. Horses, um, i-if you have the space. Most people probably don't. Or, um, didn't, a-at least back home. Fish, although I...never saw the point of fish. Knew a few in college that even kept mice or, um, god forbid, rats.
But that was my world, and that...d-doesn't really count anymore, does it?
And even if you never kept a pet...well, you must have had a favorite animal, yes? For whatever reason. Everyone has to have a favorite animal, at some point. That can't be that different, between worlds, can it?
...it's always been dogs, for me. Dogs and, um, and horses. We had the room for them, back home. Learned to ride almost before I could fit into a saddle. Took to it rather well, if, um, if I say so myself. And dogs - my family were, um, always dog people.
...I certainly was.
But it's always cats
around here. Honestly, I don't understand cats. [Said even as he scratches a loudly purring Edna behind the ears.]
It's not as though we don't have enough room for a few dogs. They're quite useful. It would make searching for kidnapped villagers a great deal easier, a-and, um...[With a soft sigh, he returns the ball to his pocket. Then, tone briefly hardening, he says the words that need to be said. Even if he doesn't quite know who he needs to say them to.]
Wishbone is gone. I...n-never really got around to asking him, about his world. H-Hope it's somewhere nice, though. Lots of books.( Cut for a man missing his dog very much )Edna, once again, nudges him out of his lost thoughts. Giles stares down at her almost as though he'd forgotten she was there entirely.]
...what are you so miserable about?[He does an admirable job of hiding the shake in his voice.]
I know you'll just be happy to have the place to yourself again.