The airport bustled with activity. Two people stood still by the security being jostled by the rushed passengers.

"I can't do this."

"Yes, you can."

"No, you don't understand I tried to kill her, I would've killed all of them. How can they forgive me, why should they?

The Englishman cleaned his glasses and put a comforting hand on the redhead's shoulder. "They'll forgive you, you're still Willow, you're still their friend."

"What if I don't really have my powers under control? What if I hurt someone?"

"Just remember what the coven taught you and you'll be fine." Seeing the terror in her eyes he added. "They need you, Willow, you said it yourself, something bad is happening on the hellmouth. Buffy needs someone with magikal powers to help her."

She hugged Giles tightly. "Come with me, please?

"I can't, besides you only have one ticket." He said gesturing to the ticket in her hand with the words London Air printed in bold letters on its cover.

With a final hug the redhead walked through the metal detectors and out of his sight. Willow walked toward her gate with false confidence, she was going back, to Hell.