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Buffy opened her eyes and looked around. 'This isn't my room…' She sat up and found herself at the mansion. In bed with Angel beside her. She gasped and stood up. Looking around, she found Xander and Willow on the floor in front of the bed. 'It was real. We really were haunted…' Angel groaned and woke up, then gasped when he saw Buffy standing in front of him.
"Buffy! What are you doing here?"
"Uh…Nothing! I was just-"
"Oh man! I gotta get home! Aunt Vicki's supposed to be at home, and mom's going to be wondering why I'm not!" Xander proclaimed. He scrambled to his feet and ran out of the bedroom.
"Xander! Wait for me!" Willow yelled after him, following.
"I guess he didn't forget. Wonder how long that's going to last." Angel quipped. Buffy smiled at him and grabbed her bag.
"I'd better be off. My mom's going to freak, like theirs' are. Dad probably spent the night, and the rest of my family is supposed to come over later. I want to greet them."
"Okay. I'll walk you to the door." Angel offered. He got up and walked her out.
"I guess you'll want to spend time with your family, so I'll see you in a few days."
"Yeah. I'm going to miss you." Buffy smiled at him and they kissed, unintentionally under an unnoticed string of mistletoe. They stood like that for several seconds then broke off as Angel stepped back and Buffy opened the door. She stepped out and was met by a shock of cold.
"Heads up!" Xander called. Buffy wiped off the stuff that had been thrown at her face and gasped. Covering the yard and the street around them was a heavy blanket of snow. Xander and Willow were having a snowball fight by the door, giggling and getting creamed by fluff.
"How? Why? When?" Buffy asked, looked to Angel, who was in almost as near shock as she was. "I've got to get home." The slayer gave Angel a quick peak and ran off towards the rest of the town.
"Buffy! Wait up!" Willow called. She and Xander ran off after her,
leaving Angel amazed at the white around him, then closing the door.