Faith sits in her cell, all alone, watching every mevement outside of her little compartment in the world.

// And everything I am, everything i know...is gone...//

"Faith? your times up...your free to go.."

Faith looks up, a woman about twice her age standing at the now open cell.

"Can you call me a cab or some-"

"Don't need to, someone's here to pick you up"

A look of bewilderment comes across her face as she walks down the hall, wondering who the hell would care enough to pick her up.

// nothing but beautiful smashed to smitherenes//

Faith came to the waiting room, and looked around, her eyes stopping on a slightly familiar face.

"B?"

Faith stared at her, her face....everything was..off somehow. On the outside she looked normal, a little thinner, and her hair longer, but...inside, a war was raging, She could almost-

"Hello Faith. I uh, picked you up some stuff, I figured "Sentenced convict" wasn't your look anymore." she offered her a smile, standing up and walking over to Faith.

// eyes full of nothingness, she's ripping at the seams//

Faith gave her a halfsmile, still shocked, and trying to piece together the mystery that was Buffy at this moment.

"Thanks, B."

"Sure. Hey, are you hungry, we could stop somewhere. I figured you could stay at my place."

"That'd be great...."

Faith was silent almost the whole way to the resturaunt, she'd already changed into a fitting black long-sleeve top, and a pair of jeans. Buffy was quiet too, but her silence was deafening, Faith could barely see it, but she swore she saw a flicker of something in her eyes when the passed the street that the Hyperion was on....

A/N : Hey, working on the next chapter. tell me whatcha think, I know it was short, but hey, they'll be more!