"That was yesterday." Xander said as he too swam to the edge, hampered by all of the clothes he was wearing. He looked like a drowned game show host. This definitely not what he'd planned on wearing for Helen.

Oh god. Helen.

"I remember getting things ready for a night with Helen the night before...then nothing." Definitely demon rooster's fault. He was glad he'd left it out on the raft. Stupid thing could swim to shore for all he cared.