Today was an awful day for Willow, the third anniversary of the death of her love, Tara by gunshot. Willow had just been sitting on Tara's grave, telling her love how much she still missed her, how hard it still was just to go on living. She told Tara of all the new evils they had fought, and of how the world was progressing. And then ended her confession the same way she always did: "I love you so much, Baby, and I miss you. It kills me how much I miss you. I will always love you, and miss you, and need you. You're my always." And with that she got up slowly and began walking towards home, in no hurry to be anywhere, just enjoying her walk alone. She decided to skip the Scooby meeting. She was in no mood to see all her friends, and there hadn't been anything big they really needed her help for recently anyways. Kennedy could fill her in later. So she continued her walk, heading nowhere in particular. Slowly, she realized that she was speeding up, until she was at a dead sprint, racing towards home. She didn't know why she was suddenly in such a hurry, but she knew she needed get there, fast.
She stopped in front of the door, catching her breath before going inside. She didn't know why but suddenly she was nervous. She knew somehow that there was someone, something waiting for her, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know who, or what. Odds were, it was something waiting to kill her (one of the many hazards of being best friends with the slayer). But she opened the door and walked in, fully alert and ready for whatever it might be. But instead of reacting when she saw what was waiting for her, she froze in shock.
From the other side of the room, someone sighed, "Willow."
The blond woman stepped into the middle of the room, towards the red-head still frozen in the doorway and in a slightly more audible tone repeated the name of her former lover "Willow?"
And slowly, not daring to believe her eyes, her ears, she whispered back. "T-t-tara?"