Irene and Chelsea dashed down the stairs, skipping about four steps.

Sara screamed. Where were the Resse's Puffs!? She ran into the hallway.

Paula knew what had happened. She wasn't dreaming! It was magic! She was Buffy! Well, either that or there was one confused actress out there… she ran into the hall.

And it just so happens that everyone was so panicked that they all dashed into the hall at the same time and the four dumbfounded friends collided, all falling to the floor. Irene groaned and pulled herself up, rubbing her head. Or, Tara's.

"What is going on?" She moaned, looking at Buffy.

Paula stared back at her. "I would answer that, but I can't seeing as how I DON'T KNOW WHO THE HELL YOU ARE! Well, you're Tara but… that can't be it because if I'm Buffy then I'm Paula so then Tara has to be…"

"Tara!" Sara dumbly added. "Except now I'm a little freaked because I don't know who any of you are and I've never seen you in my whole entire life except I know that you," She said, pointing to Paula, "Are apparently someone named 'Buffy'." She opened her mouth as if to say something else, but silence hung in the air. Paula took the opportunity.

"I'm not Buffy! Well, I am, but I'm really Paula. Get it?" She waved her hand at Sara as if to help the brain waves get moving. Just then, it seemed as if the train of realization hit Sara. She smiled.

"No."

"UH!" Paula grunted. "See here's how it goes," she began motioning to the others, "That is Tara, but she's not really Tara. There's someone else, one of our friends in there. And that, that is Willow, except it's not Willow. It's probably Chelsea considering she has a huge cr-"

"Yeah!" Chelsea shouted randomly, cutting Paula off. She pointed to Irene. "That's Irene, not Tara. She just in the body of Tara." At this, Sara nodded. The three girls waited for her response.

"So I'm not really Sara! I'm just in the body of Sara!" She smiled, laughing joyfully. Paula rolled her eyes.

"No. You are Sara, correct?"

"No, I'm not. I'm not Sara Eden. I'm just in her body!"

Paula sighed, "Okay, Sara, you are Sara. You're in Dawn's body. Do you get it now?"

Sara nodded again, "OH, I GET IT NOW!"

That was when the door suddenly burst open, plummeting all of them into screams.

What wimps, I thought as I stepped through the door. I looked back to make sure Christina was still there. She was standing outside the doorway.

"Christina, come on. The rest of them are in there." She stuck her head in briefly, but they were out of view.

"Exactly my point! I can't go in there like… this." She took another couple steps back from the doorway.

"Well the rest of them are different, too." I reassured her, then shrugged. "Just none of them are guys." I smiled and grabbed hold of her, yanking her inside. I slammed the door shut and turned the lock. "They'll understand, don't worry." I didn't intend for it to sound sarcastic but it kind of came across as that. Christina backed up to the stairs.

"Psh." I waved a hand at her, welcoming myself into Buffy's home. This was awesome! I mean, this was Buffy's home! I wondered for a brief second if they had Weetabix, then dismissed the thought as I saw Tara, Buffy, Willow and Dawn on the floor.

"Hey guys!" I said casually. They looked up at me, and I studied each one of them. "So, who's who? And if you don't know what I'm talking about just remember that I'm blond and a little kooky." But they seemed to understand fully well.

"What is going on! Who are you? Another person?" Buffy shouted, then sighed randomly, as if in defeat. "It's me Paula."

"PAULA!" I shouted leaping across the floor and giving her an enthusiastic hug. She looked at me and shoved me off of her.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" She shouted. I laughed.

"Now I know you're not lying." I said triumphantly. I looked to the rest. "Now, tell me who you people are." Tara looked at be doubtfully.

"I think you should tell us who you are first." Willow then gave everyone a "duh" look. She motioned to me.

"It's Jenna, duh. Who else would be Anya? This seems to be based on personalities." I slapped myself in the head at her comment.

"Oh, I get it now! Okay, now this is fun. Like a game! Okay, Dawn first." Dawn looked up at me and smiled. "You must obviously be Sara." Dawn stared at me, first in amazement, then crossed her arms.

"What makes you think so?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows at me.

"Well, you know personality. Dawn whiny, you're whiny, Dawn's annoying, you're-" It was then Tara cut me off.

"Okay, Jenna, I think we get it."

"Fine, Irene. Now where'd Christina go to?" I just had to get her. I just had to show the rest. I raced into the front hallway, where Christina was sitting with her head in her hands. "Come on, Christina. You'll have to go in there eventually."

"This is completely humiliating." She insisted, but stood up never the less. I took her arm and nearly dragged her into the hallway. Paula, Sara, Chelsea, and Irene's mouths dropped open, their eyes widening.

"See?" I said, giving her a pat on the back. "I knew they'd understand."

And that just happened to be when they all burst into hysterical laughter