"Harrison?" Tru said into her cell phone, tears streaming down her
face.

"Yeah Tru, it's me. What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

The brunette chocked on a sob. "You're…if…you love me, right?"

"Of course I do, why would you ask me that?"

"I just…is my name really Tru?"

"What is wrong with you? Did you hit your head?"

"No, no, it's just, these people…they're telling me I'm somebody
else. It's…I know it sounds strange."

"Try hearing it from this end."

Tru laughed through her tears. "I'm sorry Harrison. It's just been
a strange day. I'm heading back now; I'll see you when I get there."

"Alright Tru, take care of yourself."

Harrison excused himself from the poker game and went outside. He
dialed a number on his cell phone as he leaned against the alley
wall.

"It's Harrison," he said. "Yeah. She knows. Let's go with ahead
with the plan. Uh-uh." With that he clicked the phone closed and
headed back inside.

"Damn this place is confusing," Tru said as she walked down the same
alley she'd been through at least three times before. "Where the
hell did I park?"

"Tru, wait," Buffy yelled at the brunette as she approached her.

"Don't come near me. Look, I don't know what kind of game you and
your friend are playing but I've had enough of it," she said as the
blonde came closer.

"I don't want to believe it anymore than you do, but it's not a
game. It's real. You're not who you think you are."



Tru scoffed at the blonde's remark. "That's funny, because I don't
think you know the first thing about me."

"Tattoo. Upper right arm."

Tru narrowed her eyes and put her hand over her bicep. "I'm not
convinced," she said as she turned from Buffy and head in the
opposite direction.

"Just talk to me," the blonde said as she grabbed Tru's arm.

"I said leave me alone," she said as she pushed Buffy backwards.
The blonde flew back farther than Tru had expected. The brunette
looked down at her hands, shocked.

Buffy got up and dusted herself off. She took the brunette by the
shoulders and pushed her back against the brick wall.

"I'm finished being nice," Buffy said in a menacing tone. She was
severely close to Tru, her body almost pushed up again the
brunette's. Tru felt a lowdown tickle, not all that unpleasant.

Buffy pulled the bottom of Tru's shirt up, revealing a scar on her
stomach. "I gave you this, remember?" she said in a lowered voice,
as she ran her fingers along the scar. Tru flinched at the intimate
touch.

"We were fighting at your apartment…" Buffy broke eye contact with
Tru, looking down at the scar. "The last thing I ever wanted to do
was hurt you," the blonde said, her eyes filling with tears. She
released the brunette's arms and stepped back. "I thought it was
the only way."

Tru pulled the blonde girl into her arms. "All I can tell you is
I'm drawn to you. I don't understand it."

Buffy pulled back and and looked the brunette in the eye. "Just
come back and talk to Giles one more time."

"If that's what you want."

"It is."