I headed upstairs, thinking that I may as well go rest. After all, it had been a semi-eventful night, and it's not like I had anywhere else to go. Willow was safely locked up in the crypt, and I was home free ( Read more... )

I watched their spellcasting, lurking outside the building. Apparently that's their good deed for the week, the sweet little happy witches that save children from alternate dimensions ( Read more... )

Waiting in a crypt for another version of you to come back when all you've got on her is fear and a promise... not fun. Actually, really annoying. Maybe I'll go get a snack. Or a few.
Maybe I'll run into someone I know?

Since I was in the room anyway, I figured I may as well find out whose place this is, and see if I can find a clue as to why or how I ended up here. Drawers are always a good place to start, not to mention the pictures decorating the place ( Read more... )

Why am I here? This isn't home, and yet it is. It's still Sunnydale, but there are humans wandering around. Why aren't they chained up like usual ( Read more... )