Buffy knew that De Vincint had used a spell of some kind to force Spike to back off, and she knew that she was alone. "Perhaps your friends would like to witness your visions as well. It will certainly add to my entertainment." De Vincint touched Buffy's face almost lovingly, and suddenly, Buffy felt herself being hurtled through time and space. She saw herself first becoming the vampire slayer, and being kicked out of school. She saw herself drowned by the master; shoving a sword through angel's stomach, and then him breaking up with her in the sewers. She saw herself fighting Faith; watching Riley fly away in a helicopter; her mother's dead and vacant eyes. She saw Dawns bloody wrist and her own gravestone. She saw herself claw out of that same grave; sleeping with Spike and fighting Willow. And then, she saw nothing. Buffy hung in a limbo of grey smoke. She had bi sense of direction; didn't know if she was up or down. But suddenly, she saw her mother's face sliding in front of her. And then, her hand connected viscously with Buffy's face. "You stupid girl! You were never good for anything! All you did was waste my life and get me killed before my time. But you'll be fixed. You'll get your punishment. And then you'll dance in the fires of hell. Pity it didn't happen sooner!" A single tear snaked down Buffy's face. "Mommy." She whispered. Then, so quickly she almost missed it, Joyce changed and took on Angelus' appearance. He leered at her for a minute, then stepped toward her through the grey mist. "So.you've gone and gotten yourself into trouble again. Thank god that my pesky soul isn't here, because I really wanna watch you burn. It's actually a lot better this way. Now I don't have to pretend that I love you, and you don't have to get all sappy every time you look at that stupid ring you got for your birthday." Reflexively, Buffy looked down at her hand. The ring Angel had given her sparkled, and she hadn't even realized that she was wearing it. She wanted to touch it, but she kept her hand down. Buffy looked up as Angelus shifted to take the form of Glory. Buffy blinked and rushed at her, screaming, flailing her fists and kicking out with every ounce of her strength, be she never touched the goddess. All of her attacks went straight through her.