Chapter 6

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Buffy and Cassie stood on the front porch of a small but charming-looking house with a flower garden in front. Cassie knocked on the door, which opened after a moment, revealing a rather young woman, maybe in her late twenties, wearing a long gray skirt and a pale blue sweater over a white blouse. "Cassandra?" she said, a bit confused, looking at the oddly dressed stranger standing behind her Slayer.

            "Miss Ford, this is Buffy," Cassie said. "It's her real name," she added, catching her Watcher's doubtful look. "She needs our help. She's…" Cassie lowered her voice. "She's a Slayer, too."

            "Oh my goodness," Miss Ford said. "That just isn't possible!"

            "Actually, I could tell you stories about that," Buffy said, recalling her first encounter with Kendra.

            "Well, come in, Cassandra," Miss Ford said. Buffy noticed that she purposefully did not invite Buffy in. Hey, you could never be too careful in Sunnydale.

            Of course, the lack of invite didn't stop Buffy. She strolled in after Cassie, admiring the decoration of the small house. It was quite cozy. "Nice place," she commented. Then she remembered, "Nice to meet you, Miss Ford." She placed her hand out to shake, and Miss Ford grasped it briefly in greeting.

            "So, Buffy, what brings you to Sunnydale?" Miss Ford asked, leading them toward what Buffy guessed was the living room. It was nicely furnished in a Victorian style décor, with a fire going in the fireplace. A book was turned over on the arm of the chair closest to the fire, holding the spot. A fluffy cat glowered at Buffy from the sofa.

            This is so much like Giles, she thought, soaking in the sights and feelings of the room. Except for the cat.

             "I live here. Except, not now."

            "So you're just visiting?" Miss Ford stirred a cup of tea sitting on the end table between the armchair and the sofa.

            "God, I hope so."

Cassie took a seat on the sofa and motioned for Buffy to sit as well, looking at her strangely all the while. Miss Ford shared the look. "What do you mean?"

"I got sent back in time," Buffy explained. "I came from 1999. I'm the Slayer now. Then. Whatever."

"So, you're from the future. But why are you here?" Miss Ford asked.

"Well, I found this book with a spell in it. I don't even know what I was thinking, reading it out loud. But then I started humming this fifties song and next thing I knew, I was waking up in the Sunnydale High Library, except fifty-five years before."

"How interesting," Miss Ford commented, sipping her tea.

"It's actually just really confusing," Buffy complained. "I don't understand how—"

There was a burst of light and to figures dropped to the floor in front of her.

"—you guys got here," she finished, changing her original sentence at the turn of events.

Angel looked up at her and smiled grimly. "Hey."

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