RING! A loud sound coming from the phone woke Xander immediately. He opened his eyes. Not an amazing accomplishment, but after Caleb poked his eye out he hadn't been able to do that for a while. But this was different. After the final fight of Sunnydale, he had moved to Virginia, hoping to get out of the California essence. He had had enough of California for a while. There his insurance had finally come through and gotten him an eye transplant. After months of recovery, he was now able to see with both eyes. He reached out for the phone. "Hi this is Xander Harris' line. Please call back when he is actually awake."
"What the heck Xander?" A familiar voice came from the other line.
"Willow?" Xander sat up, now fully awake.
"Hey, Xander, we need to talk."
"Yeah Willow. We haven't talked for months! What's up?" He asked her.
"Well, apocalypses."
"Gosh, because we just haven't had an adequate amount of those." He said sarcastically.
"Xander be serious! This is crucial. Buffy had a prophetic dream." Willow said sounding a little annoyed at Xander's remark.
"Ok, so what was this dream about?" He said monotone.
"Well, blood and gore, and the Hellmouth in Cleveland." Willow said sounding nervous of the reaction she would get from Xander.
"'Cause we just can't have enough Hellmouth's!" Before waiting for another annoyed response from Willow he added a small, "Sorry."
"We just need to get the Scooby Gang back together so we can stop it."
Xander closed his eyes and pictured the Scooby Gang. A pain spread through his heart. Anya was the one who stuck out. He had lost her in the final battle and was still getting over it.
"So we get Buffy, Dawnie, you, and me. I think that's it now."
"Well, there's also Andrew."
"How will he help?"
"I, uh, don't know. He's with Buffy in England. And he helps train new slayers though so he must have gotten better at something." Willow said hopefully.
"Doubtful, very doubtful. But I guess I'll be taking the next plane ticket to Cleveland. Hellmouth here I come!"