I'm going to die. I know it. It's comes with the title. I really don't care, life's too hard to go on forever. They thought I was crazy. I wasn't. I had just killed a guy. Guilt. There was a lot of that, whether it was an accident or not.

I'm supposed to save the world. When they weren't thinkin' I was crazy, they thought I was some superhero, just like B. B understands. She was the only one who did 'till Red activated all the potentials. Now that the final battle's over, I think the rest of the slayers do too.

I'm in Chicago.... I think. We do so much traveling, roundin' up slayers an' shit, that I easily lose track of where we are. I just wanna go back to Boston; you know, be a slayer, die in battle, all that nice stuff.

But no, I'm stuck traveling North America, finding and training newly activated slayers. When we're done, I'll have to keep trainin' a few slayers, taking on all the 'adult responsibility' shit. I'm a woman to everyone else, I put up the mask and play adult.

But inside, I'll always be a girl. Just a girl.

A girl, interrupted.