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A feeble light illuminated the cemetery by the edge of Sunnydale as the five reappeared.
"Does anyone else feel disoriented by that?" Angel asked, holding his head with one hand. Willow looked at Kendra and gasped. There was barely anything there any more.
"I guess my time is up." Kendra quipped, them barely able to make-out the smirk on her face. A small fog had built up behind her as a church bell in the distance rang out that the hour was over and the next had started. "Always remember. Like Ms. Calendar, I'm always with you." The slayer's voice echoed into the night as she faded from view.
"Bye Kendra." Buffy whispered, her eyes cast down to the fog covering the ground as Angel hugged her tight.
"So, aren't we supposed to go home and end up back at the mansion again?" Xander asked, waiting for the darkness to engulf them again.
"I don't think we'll be going back." Angel replied, looking forward behind the boy and Willow. Materializing out of the fog was a cloaked figure, its robes long and flowing and its face covered in a dark hood.
"Doesn't this guy look like Ben Willis?"
"Xander, do I have a hook on my hand?" asked a familiar voice. Buffy's, but she hadn't spoken.
"How do you know my name?" The figure reached up, the robes falling off it's hands revealing long, slender fingers with purple nail polish and a ring on the left hand. A claddah ring. Angel's and Buffy's eyes transfixed on the ring as it brought them to the hood and slowly pulled back the hood. Letting it drop, the figure smoothed out it's ruffled blonde hair and pulled it around her neck. Across her throat and her top lip were two light scars, the one on her lip barely showing through the red lipstick on them. Her sea-green eyes were accented by the glitter on her eyelids, her bangs falling in parts across her straight forehead.
The other four's jaws hung open, their eyes wide. The girl smiled and wrapped them in a tight hug. "God I thought I'd never see you guys again! Even if you are me, and a year younger…" She smiled at Buffy, their identical green eyes meeting.
"Y-you're…me." Was all Buffy could say.
"You when you're 19. Cool, huh? I can believe I wore those pants back
when I was 17, though." They didn't laugh at her attempted humor. "Come
on, I'll show you what happened." The older Buffy pointed forward, and a
swirling black and gray vortex appeared. She ushered the others in, and
followed.