Red. Blood. Rivers of it. Pouring, streaming, bubbling blood. A horned, winged, six-armed demon rose from it. It let out an evil roar. A stone pillar grew from the blood pushing the demon into the sky. Higher. Higher. More demons came out the blood with pillars sending them to their flight. More and more and more and--

Sylvia sat straight up. She looked around and found herself in a lit, hospital room. A IV was attached to her arm, and she felt a few sore bruises, but nothing serious.

Where the hell am I?

A portly, ebony nurse enter the room with a clipboard in her hands.

"Well, hello, are you feeling better?" the nurse asked without glancing up from her clipboard.

"Um, I...guess."

"After that crash, I suprised you don't have any broken bones. Now, if you're feeling good enough, I'll need you to fill out this form. It's just a basic form so we can find someone to come pick you up."

"Wh...What happened to me?"

"Why, sweetie, don't you remember? You were in a car accident."

"Car accident, I wasn't in a car accident, I was-"

Suddenly, with that sentence, memories of Oz, the men talking, the van and the school all began flooding into her head.

"I got to get out of here" she frantically said, almost to herself.

"Honey, you can't go anywhere until you get better."

"Oh no, I must have lost my conscious in the van! Did they get Oz?"

"Ma'am, Settle Down! Who is Oz?"

Getting up, she took the IV out of her arm and threw her sheets off.

"MA'AM! YOU CANNOT LEAVE!"

The large nurse blocked her exit from the room with her own berth. Sylvia inhaled deeply and in her head, and as she silently stared, made a important choice. After realizing what she had to do, she closed her eyes and focused. The bedpan behind her, by the bed, began shakily levitating as winds lifted it up. The nurse, whose view of the bedpan was blocked due to her intense focus on Sylvia, waited for her to go back to her bed. At the right time, Sylvia ducked down, and the bedpan flew straight into the nurses forehead, knocking her unconscious. Sylvia quickly jumped over the nurse and left the hospital.

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? Wait! Buffy, they said something about Buffy! I need to find someone named Buffy! But, where? I'll try the school first!

Sylvia came to the school doors. A class had just ended so students once again filled it. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but she guessed it wasn't too long. Sylvia ran to the nearest teacher-looking person. This was a small, bald man with humongous glasses.

"Sir, sir, do you know a Buffy?" she asked half-out of breath.

"Buffy, uh...girl about your age? Blonde hair about to here?" he motioned with his arms as he spoke.

"Um, yeah." hoping to find the right Buffy, she just nodded.

"Right now, she should be going room 254, I believe." he replied nodding, proud he solved her problem.

"Thank you!" she barely got the words out before taking off.

Running down the hall she found room 254, but it was vacant. The class also didn't start for another half-hour. Not a moment to waste, she ran back down the hall, stopping and asking everyone she saw, that resembled the description given by that man, if they were Buffy. They all just shook their heads or said no. Continuing down the hall, she came to the library and decided to search in there. Scanning the aisles, she couldn't see anyone that matched the profile. Wait, There! A girl sat reading a book at a large table in the middle of the library. She seemed to fit. Sylvia ran over.

"Hey, are you Buffy?" she asked.

"Yeah" the girl replied, turning around.

"Do you know someone named Oz?"

"Mm-hmm, what about him?"

Sylvia told Buffy what had happened and what she thought happened.

"Spike." Buffy mumbled to herself.

"Spike?"

"Um, nothing. Do you have any idea where Oz is?"

"No. I don't remember a thing since I blacked out."

"I have to go, but stay here, don't leave."

"You have to be kidding, I'm not staying here!" Sylvia's normally shy temper almost burst in her speech.

"Look, you don't know what you're dealing with. Just stay in the library."

Sylvia began walking out of the library and Buffy grabbed her arm to stop her. Sylvia, without thinking, shoved Buffy onto the floor with a gust of wind.

"I'm going to find Oz! Do what you want to do!" she almost screamed as she left the library.

Sylvia exited the school and stood in the front of it. When people think of aerokinesis, they just think of being able tomove winds. It's more than that, much more. Sylvia has a psychic link to the air itself, a link that like a bat's sonar can tell her where things are. Each human's pulse, is just the slightest bit different, like a zebra's stripes, and at a young age, Sylvia found she could locate and determine where people were. As she stood, she focused on the wind, and thought of the unique pulse that Oz gave out.

As she scanned, thousands of pulses riddled her head. The noise they made began to hurt her. She continued, struggling to find it. The noises grew louder and louder. The search could not continue much longer. Then, she found it! As she focused only on that pulse, she blocked out all the others and his pulse became stronger. She felt a sense of warmth feeling that pulse, but she quickly realized she needed to go find Oz. She opened her, eyes, still focusing on the pulse, and began to run toward it.