If there were any lingering doubts that this all was a dream, they were all but gone now.

I mean, one could still hope…

I then noticed that I had trouble breathing – mostly because I had, well, stopped so I slapped myself.

A little too hard, and I immediately winced and covered my cheek.

"Ouch..."

So what does one do when they find themselves in a situation like this? Call the fire brigade? No. I realized that I would have to seek out help – and the only people I knew of here who could help was the titular blonde slayer and the rest of the so-called "scoobies".

But the image of turning up on her doorstep, looking like a crazy homeless person with an avid love of spongebob with dried blood on her neck somehow didn't sound like the best option. So I settled for something perhaps even better.

I went in search for Mr. Giles.

If there was one person in Sunnydale, surely he would be the most polite about the whole thing.

I was aware that I was attracting many stares as I appeared from out of the bushes like a wild animal, but my mother always taught me that if you behave like nothing out of the ordinary is wrong, nothing bad will happen to you.

Yeah, my mother isn't always right.

Since I didn't exactly have Giles's address memorized or had no actual idea of where he lived, I had to look it up in a phone book. I found a tattered and much abused (and covered in a sticky substance I won't comment on) one lying at the bottom of a phone booth, and it didn't take long for me to find his listing, rip the page out and start walking.

And asking almost every person passing by for directions, since my sense of knowing where I am is not exactly the best. Some people stopped, others looked at me with wide eyes and crossed the street to avoid me.

Confused, I smelled my armpit and wondered if I reeked. Not too terribly, I might add.

It took me about an hour of walking in circles until I finally found his house along a familiar street. It was hard to imagine that such a peaceful looking neighborhood in the daylight harbored such things as demons and vampires. It was also odd to recognize a house from seeing it on a television show, believing that it was a place I would never actually visit.

It wasn't supposed to even be real – but here it was, nonetheless. And more importantly, here I was.

Somewhat nervous, I tucked loose strands of black hair behind my ears and cleared my throat before I walked up the front walk and rang the doorbell.

"Ah, shit! I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!" I exclaimed, hands covering my mouth in horror as I watched Giles half-naked body lying prone on the floor, groaning in pain.

Wait, let me explain.

So I rang the bell and waited patiently for the door to open ( I really did!) but either the man wasn't home or simply refused to answer the door (which is rude). And I was beginning to get very hungry.

So okay, I know you're not supposed to break and enter but you don't understand – when I'm hungry, its like that snickers commercial – I'm not really me, so the person who opened the (unlocked!) door, wandered in politely, went into the kitchen and made a sandwich is responsible.

I had just finished about half of the ham sandwich with lettuce and mayo, and I walked into the living room intending to sit down on the couch for a bit and wait for Giles to appear home from work (which is where I thought he was) when lo and behold, the man himself appeared at the top of the stairs.

I was expecting the top-to-bottom tweed bespeckled gentleman we all know and love but instead, what I saw was somewhat perplexing.

There he was, clad in nothing but boxers, a dark bathrobe and holding a baseball bat.

AND! He was not alone! A rather attractive woman in slinky lingerie stood slightly behind him, looking more curious than scared at the situation at hand.

"Erm, what on earth –" he managed to utter before everything went to shit.

I was so unprepared for this sudden appearance and his surprising physic that I dropped my sandwich and screamed only like small six year old girls do at the sight of bugs or their brothers puke on the carpet.

And this scream in turn startled the phallic symbol carrying gentleman to loose his footing, and fall down the stairs in a spectacular display of naked limbs and even a very revealing glimpse inside his loose-fitted boxers.

I was torn between congratulating the woman still upstairs, and rushing to the man's aide.

But of course as you already know, my sense of sympathy and logic prevailed.

I quickly knelt before him and took his wrist in mine to check his pulse.

And made very sure not to look further down, because his boxers had slipped far too low for my liking. He groaned some more and squinted at me with clear disgust in his voice and expression.

"Ugh good god, what on earth are you doing?"

"Uhh...checking if you're still alive?"

"Olivia..."

Upon hearing this, the woman upstairs sighed as if simultaneously disappointed and relieved.

"I guess we'll have to reschedule."

Luckily, he wasn't too terribly hurt. Unless you count the bruised ego and the physical bruises. He sat on the couch, massaging his ribs and glared daggers at me as I fetched him tea from the kitchen. He waited with astonishing patience for me to bring it to him, and once he had taken a sip and winced at what was probably an oncoming migraine, he looked over at me – standing next to the couch with my hands behind my back like some obedient servant.

"Now it strikes me that I should call the police and have you arrested. " he said calmly while arranging his glasses. I vehemently shook my head.

"No!"

He sighed and leaned back, his posture relaxing.

"Then again, I seem to have the unfortunate luck of running into people like you." I took this as a good sign and sat down on the coffee table, and a displeased noise came out of his mouth.

"Nice people?" I asked brightly.

"No, I was thinking more along the lines of something far more negative."

"Oh." I said, looking down at the carpet.

"Are you a student from sunnydale high? I don't remember seeing you there."

"Ah no, I'm in college."

"Oh – so you are a friend of buffy?"

"Not quite. I uh, don't know how to explain this...I guess I'll just say it as plainly as possible." I said, drawing a deep breath before I slapped my thighs and said it.

"I sort of come from another dimension? One where this - " I pointed to Giles and then to everything around us, and also mimed sharp fangs with my fingers "none of it is real, and is in fact a work of fiction in the form of a tv show. It lasted for seven seasons."

I don't know why I added that last part.

To Giles credit, this information seemed to be taken with little distress. Gee, I really underestimated how much otherworldly stuff this man has to endure on a daily basis. He simply looked at me for a long, hard moment before he readjusted his glasses.

"Right." he said confidently, intelligently.

"Right." I repeated, nodding.

"Right." He said again, looking off into the distance with a far-away look.

"Right. " I said, beginning to fear for the man's sanity.