Part One
Willow could hear voices speaking above her; she was in the hospital. She could tell because there was that faintly sterile smell of stiff cotton sheets. What she could hear however were voices. Talking. "Coming to.know who.happened before.think she's." and then suddenly Willow's eyes fluttered open. Things were blurry for a long moment, but then everything cleared. She was lying in a bed; it looked like one of those old war hospital wards. Surrounding her were several people. To her left was an older man; his blue eyes seemed even brighter behind the masses of white hair that fell around him. He seemed the kindliest of the group. Next to him was another older woman, her hair was pulled up in a bun of sorts and a witch's hat adorned her head. You could tell she was older, her skin had that old people look, but the crinkles around her eyes and mouth suggested she smiled rather than frowned. At the foot of the bed was a man adorned in black. Black.robes that sort of flowed around him like water. He was pale, pale as she was-and that was saying something- he had dark eyes and his shoulder length black hair looked like it was sorely in need of a washing. His dark eyes seemed suspicious and very un-inviting. Next to him was a giant of a man. He took up the entire left side of the bed, he looked nice though. His thick dark hair tangles up in it gave him sort of.ranger kinda look. And he -unlike Mr.-I-wear-only-black-cause-it-matches-my-eyes- and-hair had a smile on his face. But there were definitely things wrong here. Like where was Angel, or Gunn, or Fred, or Xander and Andrew? Why was she not in a normal hospital? And why, was everyone dressed in robes? It was the older man that spoke first. "Hello there ms." "Rosenberg.my name is Willow Rosenberg." His blue eyes opened in surprise for a moment before he recovered and turned to the pointy-hat-ed lady. "Minerva, would you be so kind as to fetch Professor McClay and bring her here?" The woman's eyes narrowed for a moment before she agreed and strode off to find Professor McClay. The name sounded so familiar. It was on the tip of Willow's tongue. It brought vague memories of sunny golden hair and soft blue eyes. But when she concentrated it all disappeared. "Ms.Rosenberg, do you know where you are?"
"No, I really don't. I don't know any of you people either." The statement was made rather hesitantly and this time it was not the elder man who spoke but the man clothed in black. "You do realise that lying will get you nowhere?" Willow's eyes narrowed and she sat up in the bed her chin jutting out ever so slightly.
"I'm not lying you arrogant pig. I don't know what in the heck in going on, I mean; all that I remember is my name. I don't know how I got into this bed, or who you people are or where the heck I am. And I would not accuse me of lying! It tends to irritate me!" The outburst was vehement and punctuated by leaning forward almost imperceptibly with every word. As soon as the outburst had finished Minerva-the lady with the pointed hat- walked back into the room followed by a younger woman. She had sunny-golden hair pulled behind her in a small ponytail; thin silver-wire glasses perched on her nose and eyes the color of the summer skies. And as soon as she saw Willow sitting in the bed her eyes got the size of saucers, her skin went from a rich honey, to an ashen pale and she uttered a soft whisper before falling to the ground like a sack of potatoes. "Willow?"
Willow could hear voices speaking above her; she was in the hospital. She could tell because there was that faintly sterile smell of stiff cotton sheets. What she could hear however were voices. Talking. "Coming to.know who.happened before.think she's." and then suddenly Willow's eyes fluttered open. Things were blurry for a long moment, but then everything cleared. She was lying in a bed; it looked like one of those old war hospital wards. Surrounding her were several people. To her left was an older man; his blue eyes seemed even brighter behind the masses of white hair that fell around him. He seemed the kindliest of the group. Next to him was another older woman, her hair was pulled up in a bun of sorts and a witch's hat adorned her head. You could tell she was older, her skin had that old people look, but the crinkles around her eyes and mouth suggested she smiled rather than frowned. At the foot of the bed was a man adorned in black. Black.robes that sort of flowed around him like water. He was pale, pale as she was-and that was saying something- he had dark eyes and his shoulder length black hair looked like it was sorely in need of a washing. His dark eyes seemed suspicious and very un-inviting. Next to him was a giant of a man. He took up the entire left side of the bed, he looked nice though. His thick dark hair tangles up in it gave him sort of.ranger kinda look. And he -unlike Mr.-I-wear-only-black-cause-it-matches-my-eyes- and-hair had a smile on his face. But there were definitely things wrong here. Like where was Angel, or Gunn, or Fred, or Xander and Andrew? Why was she not in a normal hospital? And why, was everyone dressed in robes? It was the older man that spoke first. "Hello there ms." "Rosenberg.my name is Willow Rosenberg." His blue eyes opened in surprise for a moment before he recovered and turned to the pointy-hat-ed lady. "Minerva, would you be so kind as to fetch Professor McClay and bring her here?" The woman's eyes narrowed for a moment before she agreed and strode off to find Professor McClay. The name sounded so familiar. It was on the tip of Willow's tongue. It brought vague memories of sunny golden hair and soft blue eyes. But when she concentrated it all disappeared. "Ms.Rosenberg, do you know where you are?"
"No, I really don't. I don't know any of you people either." The statement was made rather hesitantly and this time it was not the elder man who spoke but the man clothed in black. "You do realise that lying will get you nowhere?" Willow's eyes narrowed and she sat up in the bed her chin jutting out ever so slightly.
"I'm not lying you arrogant pig. I don't know what in the heck in going on, I mean; all that I remember is my name. I don't know how I got into this bed, or who you people are or where the heck I am. And I would not accuse me of lying! It tends to irritate me!" The outburst was vehement and punctuated by leaning forward almost imperceptibly with every word. As soon as the outburst had finished Minerva-the lady with the pointed hat- walked back into the room followed by a younger woman. She had sunny-golden hair pulled behind her in a small ponytail; thin silver-wire glasses perched on her nose and eyes the color of the summer skies. And as soon as she saw Willow sitting in the bed her eyes got the size of saucers, her skin went from a rich honey, to an ashen pale and she uttered a soft whisper before falling to the ground like a sack of potatoes. "Willow?"