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"Run!" Doyle shouted as Kringle came up to them with a blood stained knife. The four of them turned heel and ran.
"To the bathroom!" Cordelia shouted. She pulled ahead, and the others followed. They quickly ran in, and she locked it.
"Do you think this would hold him?" Jenny asked.
"A five hundred pound man, trying to be Santa?" Cordy asked. "Hell no. But it'll give us time, for Buffy to kill Dru."
"That might be a problem," Buffy said. She and Angel had floated in.
"Oh damn," Cordy said. "Hey! How come we're all awake?"
"We're the last of them," Angel replied. "I'm sorry guys but Dru was ready for us."
"Now what do we do," Buffy asked, looking distressed.
"We run, or hide, or all of the above," Doyle said.
"Oh hey Doyle," Angel said. "Doyle? What are you doing here?"
"Me and Jenny came to protect Cordy and Giles for a short time. Looks like it'll be longer."
"We're all going to die!" Cordelia wailed. "Kringle is going to come, and stab us all, one by one. And I won't be able to do anything with my life, I won't be famous, or anything!" she cried. Doyle hugged her.
"Cordelia, we're not going to die. We'll think of a way out of this," Angel said.
"How? Everyone else is dead! And I will be too!" she said. "Stop lying, we're going to die!"
"I think you're right about that," Kringle said as he barged in.
"Look, Santa, I don't want any problems. I think we've all suffered enough, so why can't we all just go home?" Doyle suggested. Santa smirked at him. "Or maybe not."
"Who's first?" he asked.