The last thing Willow remembered was kneeling in the circle to send her vampire doppelganger back to her own dimension. This had to be yet another dimension since her doppelganger was sitting right next to her at high noon.

"Morning, Fuzzy."

"Oh boy." Willow's hand flew to her pain-filled neck and found it bloody. "You bit me?"

"Tried to turn you but it looks like that works differently here."

"Where are we? When are we?" Willow asked as she got to her feet and took in her surroundings. It looked like Earth, but old Earth, Victorian Era and England.

"It doesn't matter. We should find a nice home to take over. I've heard stories about careless vampires."

"I agree on blending in, but we aren't killing anyone."

"You do what you want, and I'll do what I want. A game to see who lives and who dies before we get to our respective worlds."

"I need to find my friends." But Willow was talking to herself since her vampire self walked off.

"What the hell?" Angel asked when he showed up with Xander, Oz, and Buffy in his hometown in the middle of the day. If the apothecary on the corner was anything to go by then they'd arrived before he'd turned ten. He hurried Buffy, Xander, and Oz into an alley to avoid being seen by locals.

Xander threw his hands up. "Of course the spell went wrong. With me in the vicinity nothing else coulda happened."

"Xander, shh." Buffy held his gaze until she was sure he'd be quiet. "Angel? I'm looking for ideas."

"I don't think Xander's wrong," Oz said keeping his tone low.

"Me either." Angel sighed. "We need to find a way home."

"We need to find the others first." Buffy leaned against the wall. "And we need to blend until we figure everything out."

"You mean breeches and stockings?" Xander asked trying to be quiet with his alarm.

"I found them comfortable in my day. The bigger problem is money. We have none." Angel considered this. "I have an idea, but I don't like it."

"And that idea is?" Buffy asked.

"My father's money. I know how to get at it. If we're where I think we are that is."

Anya slapped Giles across the face over and over until he woke up. "Finally."

When he saw they were in the middle of a village from before paper, he groaned. "Where are we?"

"The village I lived in when I was mortal the first time."

"Where are the others?" Giles asked as he sat up.

She shrugged. "Not here. We need to get moving before someone notices us."

"Right you are."