I've had exams so I've been slow to update. But they will be over soon!

Now the Queen, as I soon found out, had a strong fondness of shouting 'off with their heads!' and sharpening her subjects to the point where they did indeed lose their heads. This process I found to be possibly the most grotesque thing I have ever seen in my life, asleep or awake, and I have seen a good many horror movies. But until you have seen a pencil screaming in terror as his head is chiseled off by a gigantic evil laughing Red Queen Sharpener then you have seen nothing at all. The sound of grinding wood will remain in your ears, long after the pencil has drawn its last breath. This was a consequence faced by many pencils who had their tie out of place, or had a wobbly bow as they bowed down to the Queen as she approached. (Think how hard this would have been for them in the first place)

Willow, Xander AND SPIKE took the opportunity then to rush in and from their stunned expression they clearly knew nothing about this and were therefore not responsible for Faith being here!

"Bollocks!" I shouted, surprising everyone including Spike. "We have to get out of here now!" I gestured to Faith behind me and it seemed like they understood.

"OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!" Bellowed the Queen. "THIS WILL NOT DO!" She followed us out of the door as we ran out, moving surprising fast for someone who's bottom region is quite flat. The pencils moved much faster though, and swarmed around us as we as we ran through the hotel turning corners and getting completely lost. Faith was terrified and was moving as slowly as someone who had probably been living on pencil shavings for the past four months might. I had to half drag her and as soon as we were out of sight and all exhausted after running so long, I pulled everyone into a nearby supply closet. Bad move.

Or Was it? After all, what else is meant to reside in supply closets but office supplies which were clearly the big bad of this seasons dream. Luckily for us, the only 'supplies' though that were in here were all erasers – and erasers as a general rule are very lethargic and slow and these ones in particular were no exception. They did not budge an inch and seemed to be snoring. Suddenly, in the close proximity of the closet, I felt eyes on me looking at me intently. "Spike?" I asked. He nodded.

Now this was a surprise, usually every dream I have he only has eyes for Buffy. Well! I guess in her current state I must be looking pretty good to him.

World to save, and a homicidal pencil sharpener aside, I was damn well going to enjoy the next few moments!