Unfortunately, Buffy found out about Kennedy's little "adventure."
"Look, I'm okay. Do I look hurt? I can take care of myself!" Kennedy snapped in front of the one, the only, the true Slayer.
"I don't have time for this," Buffy said back, looking at Willow, thinking she should be coming in about now. Willow didn't catch Buffy's signal, and just kind of stood there looking at the two. Too much was on her mind at the moment. The return of Oz. Well, in her dreams. It would be so wonderful to see him, he could possibly even help with the battle against The First. But no, it was only just a dream. Buffy stormed off outside probably to go to Spike, but no one knew where Buffy was these days. Kennedy sat down on the couch, pouting, and then turned to Willow.
"It's not right that she bosses us around like that," she said quietly to the redhead, staring at the blank television.
"Buffy just has a lot to deal with right now, we all do," replied Willow, although her thoughts were elsewhere.
Kennedy ignored Buffy's harsh comments about going out at night. Face it, there was nothing else to do. Before exiting the house, she yelled to Willow where she was going.
"Hey Will, I'm going to patrol, see you later," she called, although Willow was upstairs.
And upstairs she was, again thinking. Why did she think about it so much? She wanted to forget it, let it go. But whenever she tried, his face appeared once more. Oz. She had told him before. He would always hold a special place in her heart, but he was gone. She sighed and calmly spoke to herself.
"Get over it, Will. He's not here, and he's not coming back," Willow sighed once more and was about to crawl into bed, when she thought she heard the call of Kennedy.