June 13, 1991

Dear Journal,

I just turned 17...or well 30. Well I mean I'm 17 but I'm really 30 or well...I-I don't know. I was at my 17'Th birthday party, and then I blew out the candles and boom! I got the next 13 years like stuffed in my head. Pylea, Angel, Cordy, Charles, vampires, demon, or well it's all just really confusing. Like it's all like a dream, and I wow, I mean I died. I know how I die, or well sort of. Cause I'm not sure it's true. God who the hell am I? Winifred Burkle...ok it least I know one thing. Now where am I from? Texas, I'm from Texas. My best friend? Billy-Bob, Ashley, Charles, Angel, Lorne- do they even exist? Hell-heck does any of it exist. I have to find out.

June 14 1991

Dear Journal,

Ok...they exist...I went to the local bookshop and yeh Angelus is there...vampires, slayers, they all exist. I watch a bunch of kids my age I recognize from school by face and not name and I feel so alone. I mean I was never popular and I don't have THAT many friends. And sure I feel alone sometimes but this...this is insane. I need to see the others. Do they have their memories to? I want to check out some of the books in the library but I can't. The librarian would give me a weird look and probably tell my parents that I have checked out "books from the devil". Problem in living in a small town and spending half your time in the library. The librarian is a personal family friend. Mr. Dixie, sweet old guy but very religious. I was almost in shock when I found out he even had the books. I had to see the others...there was only one thing to do. I have to go to LA.

June 15, 1991

Dear Journal,

My parent left to go to New Mexico to see my grandparents. So I took daddy's truck and snuck to California. I was terrified, what if I got there and no one had their memory? What if-

Dear Journal,

It's still the 15, I was writing in you in the parking lot of an old shopping mall in LA, when vampires attacked me. I saw Charles. He is so damm young. Like 15, years old! Uuuh wow! But he still was Charles, and was all like "stet wise" using slang, and language I've never even heard of. I was so upset I decided to go see Lorne, so I drove to Caritias, and then realized he was still in Pylea. Damm it...I'm so alone. I'm so alone; Cordy who is the youngest out of all of us is 13! What the hell am I going to do?

June 16, 1991

Dear Journal,

Damm it! Damm it! Yes I Winifred Burkle wrote damm-it! I had driven back home and my parents had gotten home early and I am grounded. I just told them I needed a drive, and of course they believed me and yet they were mad at me because I had used so much gas. So I! Winfred Burkle is grounded for the first time in her life. My parents are all upset, I'm upset, everyone's upset. What am I going to do?

June 17, 1991

Dear Journal,

I had a dream...or well sort of a vision...I think. There's a giant clock tower, I saw Holtz, I saw Wesley...he's on the ground...blood seeping from his throat, and then I see him just...younger...on the ground by the clock tower...bleeding to death... then his older version just sorts of fade away. I woke up in a total cold sweat...my head banging...ok...I know from working with AI most of the times dreams mean something. I just have to find out what it means. So I snuck out of my room and into the library. Mr. Dixie always leaves the keys in a special hiding place above the door. So I snuck in, my heart beating so fast I'm afraid I might combust. So I am researching my flashlight. Impressed by Mr. Dixie's intense collection of books on demons. Then suddenly I feel some kind of pressure on my neck. Someone has a knife at my throat oh dear god, I was about to pee my pants when I heard who it was by there voice.

"Step away demon scum."

"Mr. Dixie?" I said to him. He turns me around and looks at me wide eyed.

"Winfred? What the hell are you doing here? At night? And with these books?"

"Mr. Dixie I can expl-"

"Your possessed!" he gasps backing away.

"Mr. Dixie please let me-"

"No! Back away demon!" he yells.

"Mr. Dixie I'm from the future!" I yell. He stops and looks at me funny. "Well sort of...I mean I have my memory of the next 13 years of my life."

"You do?" he asks in disbelief.

"Yes, please Mr. Dixie you have to believe me. I had a dream last night and I have to see if it means anything." I had begged. He merely sighed rubbed his forehead and says something.

"I know" then my eyes nearly fall out of my socket when he says this

"What?"

"Winfred come with me." he told and I followed him. Ok in the back he had a more private collection all about demons. Herbs where here and there, along with other mystical things.

"Your a wizard." I said looking around.

"Yes well yes for a long time. Winfred I'm also a sort of seer. I also know this...one of your friends from the future is in trouble."

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"What ever that will happen to him will happen in November that's all I know." he sighed sitting in his chair.

"Wesley" I gasped sitting down in a chair robotically.

"Yes, Fred, I highly suggest you get to him before it happens because you could change the future forever if you don't."

June 18, 1991

Dear Journal,

I told ma and dad I was extremely sorry. Lied to them told them it was school. Made this whole giant speech about feeling trapped and confused. Feeling as if I was being held back to my full potential. It was a good 5-minute speech and when I was done I had left them both in tears. So I asked them about my going to a boarding school. They nearly fell over having a seizures and I explained to them some more about my potential. So they agreed, so I applied to all the boarding school I could in England. Now all I have to do is wait.

June 19, 1991

Dear Journal,

I spent the entire day thinking about Wesley. He has always been there, he has always loved me...I died in his arms...he was so strong...yet I know how much he loved me...I know what happens to him when he loses someone he cares about. I saw it when it happened to Cordy. For 2 whole weeks he was cold, snap at anyone, drinking nonstop. Then I had gotten him out of it. Yet the thing was unlike Cordy, I died in his arms. He had finally gotten me after years of loving me and he lost me. He lost everyone, and he loses everything. God that thing! Illyria! What did it do to him? What did I do to him? God I have to get to him.!