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They all asked me where we were going to go from here. I didn't have an answer. I had no idea what I was going to do. Truthfully, I was speechless. As the pit that was Sunnydale stretched out in front of me, a thousand memories flashed through my mind. I smiled at every single one. Each memory was of the last seven years. The ones I shared with my friends, my sister, my lovers, my mother, and myself were the happiest and the most painful. Yet…
I felt a strange emotion that I couldn't comprehend. It was shocking and strangely uncomforting. Down, in the pit, I had lost my mother, Spike, Tara, and many other people that I had known and loved. However, most of them either came back to life or were the undead, or some other supernatural condition that would probably put me in a psyche ward if I mentioned it to anyone who was unaware of this world's full potential.
I looked to my friends. I looked to Xander, trying to hide his grief for Anya in his jokes. Willow and Kennedy had their arms wrapped around each other, looking out into the sky. Giles and Faith were talking about how to get everyone to safety. My eyes rested on Dawn, who was watching me. Her face had a blank expression, but there was as much grief in her eyes as mine. I walked over to her and put my arms around her. She didn't flinch when I touched her. She and I looked out into the day sky, letting the wind blow through our hair, as our one and only home lay in the ground, covered in rubble and dist.