Faith stood there, not knowing what had just transpired. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone stir. Thinking it was Buffy, she turned to address the other Slayer.

"Hey, Sleepin' Buffy, good ta see you again."

"What?" That wasn't Buffy's voice. And it wasn't Buffy who was moving. Much to Faith's surprise, it was Amanda. "That really hurts." The Whitelighter said, sitting up. "What happened? Looks like I've been out for a while."

"Yea, no kidding." Faith said. "You gotta heal them." She said, pointing towards everyone.

"That would be a good idea. What the hell happened here? Looks like a bomb went off."

"Yea. A Faith-bomb."

"You did this?"

The Slayer nodded. Amanda grinned in approval as she went to tend to the others. She started with Xander, Anya, and Giles; the ones who were out first got the first treatment. She moved on to Tara next, who was so close dying Amanda almost couldn't bring her back. Then Willow, Cole, and the rest. No one had died; even though a lot were so close it was scary.

Spike stood up and surveyed the setting. "Slayer! You did this, huh? Nearly slaughtered us all, but that was a damn fine light show. At least, what I saw of it."

Faith nodded absentmindedly. She walked over to the Charmed Ones, who were standing in a loose circle. "Can I talk to you guys for a sec?" She asked quietly.

Phoebe noticed the haunted look in Faith's eyes, and put her hand in the Slayer's. "What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Not funny. I think I did."

Prue understood first. "You saw Mom, didn't you?"

"Yea. She told me to make a choice. Go back to jail and finish my sentence, or go live with you guys. I don't wanna impose or anything."

Piper shook her head. "If you would like to come live with us, I'd definitely be happy to have you." Prue and Phoebe made noises of agreement.

"Not to spoil the happy family moment, but are you sure this is what you want, Faithy?"

She looked around. Everyone was frozen in their positions, and she had a hell of a time getting out from under the multiple grasps of the motionless Halliwell sisters.

"No." She shook her head. "Enough dead people. I've made my choice, and you can't control me anymore."

Mayor Richard Wilkins III shrugged. "Have it your way. I offered. Have fun with your new friends. But don't forget-I'm the only person who loved you. The father you'll never have."

"You weren't family." She spit out. "You were an evil snake demon. Now LEAVE!" She screamed the last word, and the Mayor disappeared. "That's more like it." She said, as the people around her starting moving again.

"Do dead people always visit you guys?" She asked, more than a little shaken up.

"Yep." Phoebe said cheerfully. "They like to pay visits every once and a while. Don't worry, you get used to it. Mostly."

Buffy tapped Faith on the shoulder. She felt awkward disrupting their little moment, but it had to be done. "We're heading back to my house. Are you guys coming?"

"Yes. Hey." Piper looked around. "Where's Amanda?"

~Up There~

"Amanda. Glad you're ok, we were watching the ordeal." Emily said.

"I'm glad too. Trust me, it feels good to be alive. Ok, not alive. But not dead either." She frowned. "Whatever. Now I'm confusing myself. Just checking in, making sure the demon/vampire hybrids are actually gone."

"They are. And we have some more good news. We have something you need to see."

"Oh, um, ok." The Whitelighter followed the Elder down the long corridor to an open door. She looked inside and gasped.

"Oh my God."