Buffy went into the room Angel had obviously set up for training. There was a punching bag, a huge assortment of weapons, and a large area meant for sparring. Buffy knew she was different. She realized that she managed to change her entire personality during a 20 minute shower. Her feelings were now nonexistent. She couldn't let herself get her again, there would be nothing left of her. All she cared about now was winning, and winning meant she had to be as strong, fast, and agile as she could. Hence the training.

The punching bag was the first thing to receive Buffy's frustration. She punched and kicked the unfortunate bag until there was nothing left. It had finally flown off the chain hanging it from the wall, yet Buffy was still itching for a fight. The weapons in the cabinet had no appeal for her, she was already an expert in all of them. What she needed was someone to fight with, or something to fight.

As if reading her mind Angel got up from his office and decided to train, thinking that it might help him clear his mind. He walked into the room immediately knowing what had happened. Buffy stood where the punching bag used to be nearly shaking with adrenaline, or suppressed anger, take your pick. Angel carefully walked over to her and asked what happened.

"Oh, nothing I just killed the evil punching bag. It started to attack me," Buffy replied sarcastically. She tried to tell herself that being this close to Angel didn't make her want to jump him, nope she wasn't affected by him at all. Yep, and elephants can fly.

"Buffy, we need to talk. I think you misunder-"

"No, Angel. You see, I don't think I did. I know exactly what you meant, and even if I didn't it all comes down to the same thing. We can't be together because of you. You fucked me and then you left me, again. We don't need to talk,"

"Don't you ever say that," Angel said angrily. "We did not fuck. I have never fucked you. What we did was making love," Angel spit out.

"No, Angel You're wrong again. People who make love generally love each other and don't breakup with the other person after having it. You see in all reality we had sex, and nothing more. I have to go be somewhere else. See you later," Buffy answered before walking out the door. She went out the kitchen entrance, into the alley behind. She just sat there slumped against the wall and stared into space. She wouldn't let herself cry. She wasn't going to cry, because she had shut off her emotions. When you're emotions are shutoff you can't crfy. That's what she kept telling herself, and she succeeded. Buffy walked around until she found a secondhand furniture shop.

"Bingo," she said to herself. She looked around until she found a cheap, but comfortable, bed, a dresser, and a full length mirror. She also bought some hangers, towels, and an area rug. None of it matched, but that's ok. She wasn't planning on being there long anyway. Plans were made to have the stuff delivered immediately. Buffy went back to the mansion to find no one there, except Angel. * The gang must have gone out for lunch or something* She could hear Angel punching the punching bag, *he must have hung it up again * Waited at the front door for the delivery men. Fortunately for her angel didn't hear anything, he was too far away and too distracted. She had the men take it to a room she found in the basement. Something about the room called to her. It was a room she found in the basement. It looked a lot like Angel's apartment , but slightly bigger. *Why wouldn't he have taken this room, oh well it's mine now* It needed cleaning, but she had all day. She just had the men put everything in the middle of the room, she wasn't sure how she wanted it yet.

Buffy went into the kitchen to find cleaning supplies. Angel could be heard still pounding away at that poor bag. After finding the things she needed Buffy went back to her new room. She started with the bathroom cleaning off dust, dirt, and grime from everything. She pulled up the carpet in the main room to find a beautiful hardwood floor underneat. She rolled up the carpet and stashed it in a closet she found in the hallway outside her room. Next, she set to work on the closet, fortunately it was big enough for all her clothes that had to be hung, anything else could go in her dresser.

In the back of the closet she found a box filled with sketches and drawings of everything. She could pick out what the artist was looking at in the room. She walked over to the window to see if she could match any of the outside scenes. All of the drawings had been drawn at night using the view from her balcony. Strangely, there were no drawings of any people. It seemed as if this person had no human interaction. Then in the corner of one of the drawings she saw it; the author's signature. She would know that A anywhere. These were Angel's, but why would they be in this room. Buffy decided that her must have put them there so no one would find them. She put them back in the box, planning to take it to Angel's apartment when she went to get her things. Nothing else was unusually about the room, except fro the comforting feeling she got just being in it. Buffy chalked that up to her imagination.

Angel forced himself to stop hitting the bag. His knuckles weren't taped and therefore were raw and bleeding. He headed back to his apartment only to find Buffy putting her things back in her suitcase.

"You aren't leaving are you?" Angel asked worriedly.

"Not completely, but I cleaned up a room for me to stay in and got some furniture," Buffy answered monotone.

"But why, I thought you said we could share a room," Angel was now utterly confused.

"I was wrong. Oh and by the way I found these in the closet of that room. I think they're yours. See you around," Buffy said before leaving. Angel looked at the box knowing exactly what was in them and exactly which room Buffy was staying in.