Homecoming
The yellow school bus pulls up to the first phone booth they see. Buffy jumps out before the bus completely stops. Her fingers automatically dial the number she memorised the first time it showed up on her caller ID. For a second, her memories taker her back to that day…the day after he left.
She's standing alone in her kitchen when the phone rings. She picks it up and even though he doesn't say a word, she knows it's him. She holds the receiver so tightly, her knuckles turn white. She stands still, afraid to breathe, to sever the connection that binds them through several thousand meters of phone lines. She doesn't let go until he hangs up. Only then does she sink down to the floor and let out all the pent up emotion in a flurry of tears.
Her thoughts are jarred back to the present when he picks up on the first ring.
"Buffy?" It's a question.
"Angel." Her response says it all…that she's alive…that she's OK…that she's coming home to him.