Buffy ran home with all the Slayer speed she could muster. As she rounded the corner to Revello Drive, though, the earth began to violently quake. Oh, Goddess, an earthquake, she panted. From the opposite end of the street, she could hear Dawn's piercing, terrified scream.
she cried, just as she spotted her sister clinging desperately to the front porch rail, as a giant fissure opened in the front yard.
As Buffy approached, the teenager steeled her resolve. I'm the Key, Buffy. Only I can stop this. With that, she dove into the fault.
Bracing herself on Spike's tree as the earth continued to shake, Buffy pondered Dawn's statement. What the hell? That makes no sense. But I know what comes next. I have to do this. The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. And she jumped into the fissure herself. The earth's violent shaking stopped, the fissure sealed up, the grass grew back over the lawn, and the structural damage to the house patched itself right up. Because apparently Buffy was the key. Or something.
