The gang entered the Summers home quietly and slowly deposited their tired,
lifeless selves into the living room furniture. After several minutes of
complete silence, Joyce's voice echoed melodiously from the kitchen as she
noticed the entrance of her daughter.
"Oh, Buffy, good to see you." She walked out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of cookies. "I was beginning to worry about you, and I..." she paused, noticing the stillness of each and every one of them. "Is something wrong?" she asked.
Buffy just slowly raised her head and stared into her mothers eyes. Finally, she slowly shook her head and returned to staring at an empty wall. Willow took the spotlight.
"We...won...just...exhausted..." she breathed motionlessly, her head bobbing back and forth as she also stared at vacant wall space.
"Well why so tired? I thought you'd be partying or something, maybe visit the Bronze or rent a movie, pop some popcorn and just, chill." Buffy's mom walked to an armchair and sat down, studying the sleepy faces of her guests. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"It was a super powerful spell that won us the game, mom." said Buffy, lifting herself off the couch she was resting on. Sitting up, she explained the situation in which Willow, Giles, and Xander cast the conjoining spell to enforce Buffy with more strength, strength that she used to defeat Adam, erasing the Initiative from the face of the Earth. "We're just a little tired," she whispered, trying not to wake Xander, who fell asleep next to the coffee table.
Anya got up to take a cookie from the bowl Joyce placed on the dining room table. Reaching for one of the homemade chocolate chip delicacies, Anya paused and picked up a small envelope. On the front was written the word 'Buffy'.
"Oh, Buffy," began Joyce, seeing the envelope, "that was in our mailbox, it's got your name on it."
Buffy slowly lifted herself off the couch and approached the dining room. Confused and also affected by a need of sleep, her mind began racing with explanations as to who would write a letter, especially one devoid of a return address. She tenderly opened the envelope and peaked inside. Suddenly she thought of Angel, a note of congratulations or something. Maybe Riley, setting a time and place to meet with him after his talk with whoever it was he was meeting at the initiative. Retrieving the little piece of paper, she saw the signature. Her heart skipped a beat. Staring up at her from the torn fragment of some Japanese restaurant menu, were three words.
"Forget me not." Buffy read aloud to the crowd of people that startled her with their sudden surrounding of her and her note. "Signed, Faith."
"Oh, Buffy, good to see you." She walked out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of cookies. "I was beginning to worry about you, and I..." she paused, noticing the stillness of each and every one of them. "Is something wrong?" she asked.
Buffy just slowly raised her head and stared into her mothers eyes. Finally, she slowly shook her head and returned to staring at an empty wall. Willow took the spotlight.
"We...won...just...exhausted..." she breathed motionlessly, her head bobbing back and forth as she also stared at vacant wall space.
"Well why so tired? I thought you'd be partying or something, maybe visit the Bronze or rent a movie, pop some popcorn and just, chill." Buffy's mom walked to an armchair and sat down, studying the sleepy faces of her guests. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"It was a super powerful spell that won us the game, mom." said Buffy, lifting herself off the couch she was resting on. Sitting up, she explained the situation in which Willow, Giles, and Xander cast the conjoining spell to enforce Buffy with more strength, strength that she used to defeat Adam, erasing the Initiative from the face of the Earth. "We're just a little tired," she whispered, trying not to wake Xander, who fell asleep next to the coffee table.
Anya got up to take a cookie from the bowl Joyce placed on the dining room table. Reaching for one of the homemade chocolate chip delicacies, Anya paused and picked up a small envelope. On the front was written the word 'Buffy'.
"Oh, Buffy," began Joyce, seeing the envelope, "that was in our mailbox, it's got your name on it."
Buffy slowly lifted herself off the couch and approached the dining room. Confused and also affected by a need of sleep, her mind began racing with explanations as to who would write a letter, especially one devoid of a return address. She tenderly opened the envelope and peaked inside. Suddenly she thought of Angel, a note of congratulations or something. Maybe Riley, setting a time and place to meet with him after his talk with whoever it was he was meeting at the initiative. Retrieving the little piece of paper, she saw the signature. Her heart skipped a beat. Staring up at her from the torn fragment of some Japanese restaurant menu, were three words.
"Forget me not." Buffy read aloud to the crowd of people that startled her with their sudden surrounding of her and her note. "Signed, Faith."