There was an unusual silence. It hung eerily over the town like a heavy smog. Movement
was limited, the air stagnant. The acrid smell of iron cloaked any breeze that may have passed.
****
It should have been paradise. Could have been. It's a bloody prison. Damned monsters
rule this town now. There's a blood bar on every corner. Common as bleedin' Starbucks here. I
tried. Screw this, I'm hopping the pond next week. Ship leaves in six days. With no Slayer,
where's the fun?

****
I don't know how it happened. We won, right? We won. Wow. Glory's gone. The world is
saved. We kicked her ass back to Hell. Boom! Should have been good, right? Know what? It's not.
I think maybe if I tried to explain it, well...I really can't.
Everything's so different, you know? It's like a big black cloud of bad landed on
Sunnydale and wont go away. Without Buffy, there's just not a lot worth doing these days.

Tara and I are gonna travel for a while, I think. See the world while we can. Giles
said that there wasn't much we could do here anyway.

****

I didn't really think she could die. She's the Buff, right? Savin' the world, 5 years and
counting. This is insane. Insane end-of-the-world logic. Anya's been...well, I'd say really good
about the situation, but that'd be a lie. She says she'd feel better holed up in a cave
somewhere.
I think we're headed to Pittsburgh instead. Pay a visit to Uncle Rory.

****

It's times like this that I yearn for the days when I had the comfort of the Council
behind me. They may not be a flawless organization, but the bureaucracy is somehow very soothing
in the face of forces which cannot be controlled.
However, I'm no longer a Watcher and have no right to ask for their sympathy. With Buffy
gone, they'll search for a new Slayer in the hopes that they might be able to move past this
whole torrid episode with some dignity intact. I suspect, however, that until Faith is killed,
there will be no new Slayer.
Faith herself may be in grave danger. I've sent a message to her, since the event, but
I've had no word back yet. It may already be too late, but I nevertheless felt the need to warn
her of what may come.

I leave early tomorrow morning. I'm heading back to England. I don't quite know why,
after all, this turbid little vale has been my home for years now. Nevertheless, I'm leaving it
behind. Something tells me that I must do my best to forget the previous few years. I shall miss
Willow and Xander and Dawn the most, I suppose. They will learn to function without my guidance,
as they eventually must. I hear that they are mostly fleeing town also and that has made my
decision that much simpler. I simply cannot remain here.

****

Gotta message from Giles today. Whoda thunk the stuffy old bat would have anything to say to me
these days. Funny how things work out. B kicked it a few weeks ago. Some noble sacrifice or some
shit like that. The Scoobs are all broken up about it and running away. I don't know, but
Sunnydale looks to be royally screwed.
Kinda funny, actually when I think about it. I'm considering leaving soon. If the W.C.
comes after me, I wanna fight them on the outside. On my own terms. It's not like the guards
coulda kept me here if I didn't want them to, anyway. I didn't have a reason to leave.


'Till now.