A/N: Not many chapters left. And this one is long and pretty fast-paced. Everything's tying together, all the loose ends are starting to get wrapped up.

April 30, 2012 (Kitty Diary)—Afternoon

Mommy and Daddy took my diary away. Then Aunt Dawnie found her real prezzie in the downstairs closet. I don't understand what was wrong with the other diary, or who gave it to me. But Mommy says this way I won't get any more weird dreams.

That's not true.

I had a really scary one last night.

Mommy's staring at Aunt Dawnie. Aunt Dawnie looks much, much younger, like one of the big girls with Uncle Giles yesterday. They're all alone.

Somewhere close, lighting crackles against a dark sky, opening holes in the air.

Mommy frowns and slowly turns around. There's a wire platform, sort of like a balcony without any supports. Way in the distance, the sun's about to rise and the dark sky brightens.

Mommy looks so…happy. Like everything's all right.

She turns back to Aunt Dawnie. Aunt Dawnie looks horrified. "Buffy…no!"

"Dawnie, I have to."

"No!"

"Listen to me. Please, there's not a lot of time. Listen." Mommy sounds so calm, so peaceful. Why is Aunt Dawnie crying? Can't she see Mommy's happy? Can't Aunt Dawnie be happy for Mommy?

"I love you. I will always love you. But this is the work that I have to do. Tell Giles ... tell Giles I figured it out. And—and I'm okay."

Aunt Dawnie is still crying. Mommy's holding onto her arms, continuing to talk calmly.

"And give my love to my friends. You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong. Dawn, the hardest thing in this world ... is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me."

Mommy strokes Aunt Dawnie's face, then kisses her cheek. And Aunt Dawnie's still crying.

Mommy turns away and runs down to the edge of the platform. Be careful, Mommy. There's no railing!

Mommy dives off the platform, the same way she dives off the diving board at the pool. But Mommy doesn't hit the ground. She's trapped in the middle of the air and purple lightning streaks across her face.

Mommy's in pain. Daddy, help Mommy!

The lightning and holes in the air disappear. And the sun rises. But where's Mommy? Is she okay?

In the rubble, lots of people start to walk together, looking at something. There's Aunt Willow, with a pretty lady I've only seen in pictures. Uncle Rupert is walking up too, and so is Uncle Xander, carrying Aunt Anya. They're all staring at something on the ground.

But where's Mommy and Daddy?

Mommy. They're all looking at my mommy. But Mommy isn't looking back. She's sleeping. Mommy, wake up! You're going to worry everybody.

Wake up, Mommy. Please.

Daddy's coming out of the shadows. He sees her too and tries to get closer, but the sunlight forces him back. Daddy, your face is all bloody!

Look, Mommy, everyone's here, waiting for you. Even Daddy.

Mommy, wake up! Why won't you wake up?

Aunt Willow and the pretty lady are crying. Aunt Anya and Uncle Xander are both sad, too. Then Uncle Rupert begins to cry.

And Daddy's crying, too. Daddy never cried.

Aunt Dawnie comes down the stairs and she's also crying.

Everybody is looking at Mommy, and everybody is crying.

I don't like that dream at all. But I didn't tell anyone about it because I didn't want Mommy and Daddy to get worried again.

Which reminds me of something else. This morning, Grandpa Hank left for LA. After seeing him off, Mommy called Aunt Willow and then they got into the living room, all alone, without anybody else. They're still there. I'm supposed to be napping, but I'm not sleepy.

Actually, I am sleepy. I just don't want to have any scary and confusing dreams. I'm in Mommy and Daddy's room right now, writing on the big bed. Daddy's taking a nap right next to me.

He's funny when he's asleep. I wonder if all Daddies don't breathe when they're asleep. I've seen Uncle Angel fall asleep once, and he wasn't breathing either. But then again, I haven't caught Uncle Xander asleep long enough for me to tell.

But looking at Daddy reminds me of my dream again, where Mommy was as still as he is now. And Mommy certainly breathes when she's asleep.

Daddy isn't moving at all. I think I'll—

I poked Daddy's nose, which I've always wanted to do for a long time. The tip was cold, but not wet, unlike Jesse's new dog, Spike. Uncle Xander had named Jesse's little Yorkshire terrier Spike. Wasn't that what Mommy and Aunt Dawnie sometimes called Daddy? I giggled and poked it again.

A blue eye opened and Daddy growled. Just like Spike the doggie sometimes did, when someone bothered him and he was too lazy to do anything but lie out in the sun.

"Lay off on the nose, pet."

I giggled again. "Daddy, your nose is so much like Spike's. Just not wet."

Daddy sat up and looked at me with a funny expression. "Who are you talking about, Angie?"

"Spike, duh. Jesse's puppy. You should see him. He's really short, even for a terrier. And he stays out in the sun for so long that his fur is almost white. And he growls just like you, Daddy."

Daddy narrowed his eyes. "The whelp named his kid's dog 'Spike'? Remind me to get you a whimpering little rat next time we go to the pet store."

"But Daddy, I don't want a rat. I want a kitty."

Daddy shrugged. "Maybe we'll get both a kitten and a rat. And we can name the rat 'Whelp' before feeding it to your kitten."

"Eww, Daddy, you're so gross."

"Hello. Am I intruding on anything?"

Daddy jumped up. "Anya. Long time no see. What made you decide to pop in?"

I narrowed my eyes and pouted.

"Heard some old friends were in town. Aw, what's the matter, sweetie? Aren't you glad to see me?"

I pouted some more. "Are you going to try and have sex with Daddy again? 'Cause Mommy wouldn't like it, especially being her anniversary with Daddy and all, and she just might beat you up."

"Angie!" Daddy was shocked. "What—"

"Oh, yay! Finally, I meet a couple who has decided to teach their child about the miracle of life at a young age. But really, Angie, your father and I are over. No more sex for us. Not that it's not a temptation, 'cause it is. Mmm. Just look at those smooth white abs—"

"ANYA!" Daddy quickly buttoned his shirt all the way up to the collar. "Now, Angie, where did you learn about that?"

I pouted. "It's not my fault, Daddy. I had a dream and you were asleep and Aunt Anya was sneaking around your room. And then she said she wanted to have sex with you, and then she crawled all over you the way Mommy does sometimes, only you weren't making those funny noises—"

"Thanks, pet. That's probably enough. Angie, nothing happened...that time. Or will happen in the future. Ever. Now, Anya, please, knock before coming in; don't just appear, and especially not in a bloke's bedroom!"

"Fine, Spike. Don't you like my new haircut?"

"Anya." Daddy sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Buffy and Red are downstairs, doing some mojo to get help with the First. And there's a diary of some sort that Angie got for her birthday. Been doing funny things, making her get Slayer dreams."

"Ooh, a diary? Where?"

Daddy pulled out my little book from a drawer. "Right here."

Aunt Anya's face paled. "O-oh. Oh. That diary. Right. You know, I think I'll go see what Buffy and—" She turned to go.

Daddy grabbed her wrist. "Anya. What aren't you telling me?"

Aunt Anya swallowed, looked around nervously. "N-nothing."

Daddy gave her a look. "Angie, be a dear and go get your mum."

Confused and puzzled, I went downstairs. Opening the door, I saw Mommy and Aunt Willow sitting on the ground, facing each other with eyes closed.

I didn't really want to disturb them, but Daddy said I needed to get Mommy.

Ding-DONG! Ding-DONG!

Mommy and Aunt Willow both jerked. Aunt Willow got up quickly and went to the door.

Uncle Rupert! And Uncle Xander! They were both covered in blood, panting heavily.

"Giles! Xander! Are you all right? What happened and where are the others?" Aunt Willow let them in and they both collapsed on the couch.

Uncle Xander grimaced. "We're fine. Blood's not ours. Bringers. Destroyed the house. Sorry, Wills."

"Oh Goddess! Is anyone hurt? Is Jesse okay?"

Uncle Rupert looked at Uncle Xander. "Jesse's fine, Willow. He's with Cordelia and Angel. Faith has…Faith has disappeared. I fear she has been taken by the Bringers."

"What about the others? The Potentials?"

Uncle Rupert took off his battered glasses and cleaned them furiously with a clean corner of his shirt. Uncle Xander looked down. "They're dead, Wills. All gone."

Aunt Willow sat down hard, next to him. "Oh."

No one spoke for a long time. Then…

"Buffy, Red? What's with all the fresh blood I'm smelling?" Daddy came downstairs, pulling along a sulky Aunt Anya.

"The-the Potentials. Those girls. They're all…gone."

Daddy stared at Uncle Xander as if he had sprouted another head. "W-what?"

Aunt Anya just sulked. "Well, duh. Of course they're dead. Then the First will come after Buffy, then Faith. The Bringers probably have Faith holed up somewhere, ready to be killed the moment Buffy kicks the bucket."

Uncle Rupert furrowed his brows. "Anya, do you know something?"

"Well, yeah. Demon, remember? I do know some things."

"Like?"

"Like-like…" Aunt Anya glared at Daddy. "Like how your precious little girl already knows how this will all end up."

What? I don't know anything.

Daddy made me go upstairs while the grown-ups talked.