Xander had tried everything to stop here destroying the world but nothing happened.
"Willow you don't want to do th-" He was cut short by a flash of lighting then where willow once stood was nothing.
"Ok where'd she go?" Xander questioned to himself.
Willow looked around she noticed that her hair was back to the fiery red it was before and she looked around. By the looks of things she was in ENGLAND!
"How is the fuck did I get here?" she suddenly was grabbed from behind, she struggled against the embrace and began to mutter a spell when she had finished she had expected the thing or person go poof but still she was struggling against the strong embrace.
"Let me go you son of a bit-" The person put its hand to her mouth and whispered in her ear
"What's a pretty maiden like yourself doing out ere in the middle of the night?" she looked at her clothes she was dressed in 1890 clothes.
"Oh crap!" she cursed under here breath.