Melaka Fray tried her absolute best not to nod off. This had been her routine for the past couple of weeks. For when her eyes were closed she feared that she would see what she had seen before…yet was never supposed to. Hear what she had heard. Smell what she had…you get the drift. She didn't want what happened before when she closed to her eyes to happen again.

The feeling that it gave her was so potent. It was an urge, a…roar she had thought…a hunger rising. This was a familiar feeling, but this time was different. Because this feeling…she was never supposed to feel.

"Have you not slept?"

Melaka looked to her right and discovered her older sister Erin had awoken from her sleep.

"Did I jir you?" sad Melaka.

"By doing what? Brooding?" Erin replied.

"You know why I can't knock." Melaka said.

Erin looked her sister in the face very seriously, in a very big sister-ish sort of way. "Mel, I spent wad on these plane tickets because I wanted you to relax for once!"

"Erin, you bought these tickets because you told me if I didn't get on this plane you'd turn in my warrants."

"That was all just toy, Mel, you know that." Erin said smirking. "I couldn't let you hitch all the way to Brit."

"I could have handled it, Er."

"I know. But you need this time away. You haven't been away from Haddyn since…well, never. And neither have I."

"This isn't a vaca, Erin," Melaka said as she looked out of the window. "You know why I have to do this."

"I know. Look," Erin grabbed her sister's shoulder and looked her squarely in the face. "As much as you assume that I don't understand…I do. I really do."

"Thanks, Er, but truthfully you could never grip this. Never."

Though she began to feel bad when her sisters eyes dropped, Melaka knew what she had said was true. Erin would never be able to understand, never be able to comprehend what it was like to be Chosen, to be the only one in the entire world to wield the strength and skill.

"The Slayer." Melaka winced as she remembered that one word from an unexpected dream she had been having, one of a few over the past month or so. What was even more unexpected was the familiar person who spoke the word. The word came out of the mouth of Buffy Summers, the Slayer who died nearly 200 years ago whom Melaka had met and fought only a few months ago. What was even more unexpected was the realness of the dream. Melaka thought, 'what was so special about this dream? Well, I mean, it's not that I dream often. Especially those dreams.' But yet she had still figured it was simply a dream. However, it and the ones that came after it were so real. So real, in fact, that they felt like memories, the kind of memories where you can nearly smell familiarity.

Melaka, decided to remind herself as to why she was on this plane on the way to the other side of the world…('was it on the other side of the world?'). She took herself back into the dream. Surrounded by sand, the feeling that it gave her was so potent. It was an urge, a…roar she had thought…a hunger rising. This was a familiar feeling, but this time was different. Because this feeling…she was never supposed to feel.

Then suddenly, standing before her was the thing that she had stared at for hours in the Watcher's Diaries she found in her flat. 'Sineya', she thought. Her name had been lost for centuries upon centuries, and add a couple of decades to that. Melaka had searched hard and long through every journal she could get her hands on to find the name of whom the Watchers called, "The Primitive." Sineya stared with an animalistic snarl at Melaka. Suddenly, pain shot into Melaka's heart, and a sudden wave of shock that she had hated, especially because she knew what was coming. Standing a few feet away from Melaka was Loo, the little girl who had practically been her only friend until she was murdered. Melaka forced herself to look Loo's way.

"You're…you're not here," Melaka whispered.

"I was borrowed," said Loo, in a tone of voice that Melaka did not remember. "Someone has to speak for it."

"She can't speak…?"

"You know that it can't speak," Loo says to Melaka in a blank stare.

"She."

"Not your call. Never was," Loo said while Melaka just looked at her.

Suddenly, Melaka looked ahead and in front of her stood a very slim woman with long blonde hair wearing a flowing pink dress. Melaka stared at Buffy Summers.

"Why do you follow me?" says Buffy.

"I don't…" says both Melaka and Loo, simultaneously while Mel looks at Loo after the fact, confounded.

"…know," Mel continues. "You weren't talking to me, were you, Summers?"

"Where are my friends?" Buffy questions

"You're asking the wrong questions," says Loo to Buffy. "You're not asking any, at all." Loo says to Melaka, this time.

The First Slayer stands and looks Melaka in the face while Loo speaks, "I have no speech. No name. I live in the action of death, the blood cry, the penetrating wound. I am destruction."

"Absolute ... alone," Mel says along with Loo.

"The Slayer," declares Buffy.

"I know this. Why do I know this?" Melaka questions, herself.

Loo walks up to Melaka and grabs her hand while Melaka looks down at her. "Things are moving," Loo says, "The players are being set. No more pawns. That board was wiped out long ago; however, a few pieces still remain. This is the time of your life. This is the time."

Melaka decided to try something she hadn't before; She decided to take this "dream" into her own hands. "Loo, I still don't understand. This" Melaka shouts as she waves her hands about. "…is not supposed to happen to me! I'm not supposed to have these dreams! The memories! I never have. They belong to Harth…they belonged to my brother."

"The answers to the riddles will be given in time," says Loo. "Good-bye, Picadilly. Farewell, Leicester-bloody-Square. This is the time. "

"Mel!" Melaka awoke from her sleep with a jolt as her sister stared at her.

"You started snoring, Mel. Jirring the neighbors," said Erin. "By the way, we're almost to land in Brit. Do you have the maps and everything?"

"In my duff, in the cabinet above."

"So…you know where we're going?"

"The last diary of Gates gives the address to where we're going."

"Good, I'm glad," says Erin. "I hope you find the answers you're looking for."

"Me, too," says Melaka.