Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

A/N: Just a short thing to start with. See what people think. I wrote this ten minutes ago.

Summary: Kind of like Restless, with the whole 'dream' thing, and that Tara seems to know lots. Why was that never explained? Anyway, Willow gets caught in her dreams by the Watchers Council, but if you want to know why, you have to read, and then follow the chapters! I'm evil that way, muhahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahaha*gasps*hahahahahahaha……………. I'm really tired…

Willow gazed out the window of Tara's room. The sky was grey, the bare trees were being teased by the leaves swirling around the ground. She sighed, and turned back to the desk, where her book was lying open.

A voice spoke from behind her. "You don't know? You haven't heard them, have you?"

Willow jumped, and turned around. "Tara," She smiled. "What don't I know? Haven't heard…what?"

"They're coming," Tara sounded slightly urgent, but not much. There was something about her. Something wasn't right. "They're picking up on your essence. You have to get out!"

Willow stood up, eye-level with Tara. "Who? Wh-what's happening?"

"They don't know either." Tara gestured towards the window. Willow looked out, and could see Buffy, Giles and Xander sitting on branches in a tree. "But they sense something is wrong. You should too."

"I do! I sense it! Now anyway. But what is it? You have to tell me! Tara!" Willow took Tara's hands. Tara didn't react. "Tara," Willow whispered. "I need to know what's going on so I can tell the others."

"They're stuck," Tara let go of Willow's hands and looked out the window. They were still in the tree, and there was something prowling around the base of it. Above them, there was a tree house, with evil spirits flying in and out of the windows. "They can't go up or down. They have to stay in the middle," Suddenly, Buffy, Giles and Xander's heads turned, and they stared at Willow "watching."

"What are they watching me for?" Willow grew scared, the faces of her friends staying in the same expression, eyes barely blinking.

"Because they know who's coming, what's coming. They know it's starting." Willow turned, but Tara was gone.

"Tara?" She called, looked around the room. "Where'd you go?" She opened the door, and stepped into the empty corridor. "Tara?" She called, looking around the corner. There was someone there, with their back turned. "Hi," Willow said, touching the person's arm. "Did you see-"

But she was cut off. A man in a suit turned around, and held a cloth to Willow's mouth. "Be quiet," He whispered, in an English accent. "And this won't hurt,"