'I don't understand,' said Buffy Summers, raising her head from where she had rested it on her arms to stare expectantly at her haggard Watcher, Rupert Giles.

'Really Buffy it's quite simple, he began, removing his glasses as he felt another Slayer-induced migraine about to set in.

'Anything that involves alternate dimensions is never simple, believe me I know,' broke in Fred sagely from further down the long board table.

'While that is true,' said Wesley slowly. 'The actual task is manageable.'

'Yeah,' chimed in Faith from her position in-between Spike and Connor, her feet resting on the table as she smoked her cigarette. 'Nothing to it really, hop in a portal, find a girl and back through the portal we go!'

'That's not what I don't get,' Buffy said irritably with a roll of her eyes, glancing down the table at her friends. After the closing of the hellmouth the Scoobies had relocated at Wolfram and Hart, now owned by Angel and the rest of the Fang Gang. They had been there little over two weeks, and once the potentials were sent back to their homes, they had set about locating more throughout the world and establishing a plan of action. Giles and Wesley had been conferring with what Watchers were left and the Watcher's Academy in Hampshire, England. Thankfully the Watchers-in-training were unharmed and their training had intensified with funds from the law firm. Spike had returned, sent back by the Powers, as the amulet had been a clever deception and everything had seemed to be running smoothly, until now.

'What I don't understand is how we've managed to activate and locate a Slayer in a another world!' Buffy exclaimed.

'Well my guess is that when Willow harnessed the power of the Slayer, no restraints were placed as to the loci of the spell and obviously women from other dimensions who in ours would be considered potentials were awakened. This world sounds like the medieval Britain of fantasy tales and they may have been in dire need of a Slayer.' Giles seemed happy with his theory. Dawn and Connor, who had become quite good friends since she'd arrived in LA and had gone patrolling together, bored of the discussions, began to flick pieces of paper at each other across the table. Angel and Spike were both in respective brooding sessions, each vampire nursing a mug of warm pig's blood. Andrew was complaining about Xander's view on an episode of Spiderman and Cordelia rolled her eyes before continuing her discussion with Anya about their common interest; money. Gunn wasn't saying much, as he was reading through one of their case files. Lorne and Fred were debating if there could have been Slayers activated in Pylea. Willow, who seemed to be looking very drawn and tired since Kennedy had died closing the hellmouth, took a sip of her coffee before addressing the others.

'I can feel her,' she said weakly. 'Her strength, power. She's already defeated an ancient demon.'

'Who hasn't?' Glowered Buffy, turning to Dawn and venting her frustration. 'Dawn will you quit throwing paper like a five-year-old!' Angel, catching the threatening look from the blonde, followed suit slipping slightly less easily into the parent role.

'Oh yeah…you too Conner.' The teenagers exchanged smirks and called a silent cease-fire in their paper fight.'

'So Red,' drawled Spike bringing the conversation back round to the topic. 'Can you help us find this girl or what?'

'Yes I think so,' replied the Wicca. 'Her name's Eowyn, and she's from a place called Middle Earth.'