The Potentials, Xander, Andrew and Anya look at Estella with their bleary, tired eyes. Naturally, they think she's nuts. Stella tries to explain. But it's difficult, even with an audience so inured to the incredible. "Town's about to be destroyed. I'm making sure you're not destroyed with it."
"Why don't you just let us go back to sleep and wait for Buffy to save it?," Andrew asks.
"It's not the sort of thing she can prevent."
"But why is it the sort of thing you can predict?," Xander wonders.
"Yes. That's a very good point," Anya adds. "Either you don't know what you're talking about and you're crazy. Or, you do know what you're talking about because you're the one destroying the town, which would make you evil. If it's the first, we kick you out and go back to sleep. If it's the second, we kill you. So which is it? Personally, I had no idea Giles went for either crazy or evil women. That's more Xander's thing."
"It's a long story. Going back about two hundred years. Just get dressed and grab your things."
"And don't look back, or we'll turn into a pillar of salt?," Ariella jokes.
"No one's getting punished for their wickedness," Stella responds.
"Why not?," Anya complains. "Right now, we could use some righteous wrath."
"It's more a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"Someone may have already asked this, but why do you know so much?," Xander wonders.
"That would be my question," Buffy adds. She's come downstairs with Giles.
"Let's go sit down," Estella suggests. Giles and Buffy follow her into the living room. Giles sits to her right. Buffy sits on the opposite end of the table.
"Make it quick," Buffy tells her. "I'm not very patient at this hour."
"Good. Because I don't have much time. In 1805, my great-great-great-great-great Uncle Emiliano came here with his brother Carlos."
"Carlos would be your great-great-great, how ever many greats, grandfather?," Giles asks. He's still trying to wake up. Stella hopes her story will do the trick.
"Yes. Carlos came from Mexico with his bride Theresa. Emiliano had just returned from the Jesuit seminary in Rome, where he received his education. They were the first Europeans to settle in Sunnydale. Because of the official connections he had established in Europe, Emiliano was made Bishop of California. But he refused to set up a mission in Sunnydale. Instead, he went to the Indians like an old-fashioned missionary, instead of making them come to him. His criticisms of the mission system caused great controversy, and he chose to resign his position and become an itinerant priest without a parish."
"So your ancestors weren't the ones who did all those horrible things to the native peoples?," Buffy pointedly asks, remembering her Thanksgiving from three years back. Not wanting to waste time on history or theology, Estella continues with her story.
"In 1809, while fasting for Lent in a mud hut that happened to be located where the movie theater now is, Emiliano was visited in his dreams by an angel over the course of fourteen nights. Each night, the angel told him things he could not comprehend. And each day, he wrote down what he had heard the previous night. By the end of the visitation, he realized he had been given a series of prophecies. Over the next twelve years, Emiliano traveled the world, looking through Church archives, searching for information that could make sense of what he had been told. When he had finished, Emiliano wrote down the prophecies and his commentaries on them in this book." Giles and Buffy see a large book on the table with a black leather cover.
"I suspected that wasn't one of mine," Giles quips. "What does it say?"
"I don't know." Estella hands it to Giles. He tries to open it, but cannot. "Emiliano sealed the book shut. Then he told his brother about his experiences. Having spent nearly two decades on the Hellmouth, Carlos had no trouble believing his brother. Emiliano told Carlos that the book could only be opened by one of his female descendents after she had spoken with a demon prophet who went by the name Clement."
"Okay, this is all getting a bit too sanctified for my tastes," Buffy comments. Then she figures something out. "Did you say Clement? A demon named Clement? Clem!"
"Pale, with skin hanging down from everywhere?," Estella asks.
"Again, with the Clem's a prophet!?"
"What was that?," Xander asks, having entered the room along with Anya.
"I suppose it's natural he'd get to know the people he was destined to help."
"Clem's not the sort of demon who's destined for anything," Anya notes.
"All I knew was one day this town would be destroyed, and a demon named Clement would warn me the night before. Actually, I didn't know he'd warn me. Nothing was ever said about when it would be. But I should have known it was me when my brother had two sons and no daughters. The first daughter is the one who's on hold, so to speak, ready in case the day comes. She can't marry, or have kids, and she passes the responsibility on to her eldest brother's daughter. Me not having a niece should have been taken as a sign that I was the end of the line. I'm the last one who can open the book. It's sort of what I was born for. My, I don't know what you'd call it, my - "
"Sacred duty?," Giles asks. Buffy can tell he's totally swooning over the news.
"I guess so," Estella answers. "If you want to be literal about it."
"So you open that book, and it'll tell us what's going to happen?," Buffy asks.
"Prophecies are little more complicated than that," Giles explains. "They are in this case, right Stella?"
"How should I know? I haven't read the thing. Here's what I do know. At six am, the emergency sirens will go off."
"What emergency sirens?," Buffy asks.
"The ones we had installed when I became mayor. That was another part of the prophecy – it wouldn't come to pass until the good guys were in power."
"You mean as long as Wilkins was Mayor, this town was safe?," Buffy wonders. "And I helped destroy it by killing him?"
"I think he would have destroyed it on his own if you hadn't," Giles answers.
"At 6:05, I go on television, give a false but plausible reason for the evacuation and declare martial law. The prophecy specifies that the destruction will occur between sunrise and sunset. Sunrise is at 6:51. I hope to have the town evacuated by noon. Odds are that will be soon enough. The army's helping out. I notified their demon-fighting units about a month ago that something catastrophic could happen in late April or early May."
"That is the season for catastrophes around here," Buffy comments.
"They've been massing at the base just south of town. And they'll be joined by the regulars stationed there. A couple hundred soldiers who know what goes on in this town, and a couple thousand who don't but will do what they're told, even if it doesn't make sense to them. I need to have all of you in the bunker by 5:30. Once word gets out, things will be pretty hectic to say the least. It's best if you're already safely out of the way."
"Did you say bunker?," Xander asks.
"More of an underground house. Seven bedrooms. Two baths."
"Two baths?," Anya notes. "There's more than one bathroom? Why haven't we been living there all along?"
Stella laughs, then gets back to business. "The phones have been cut, and all the cell towers powered down on my orders. To pull this off, we need as little publicity as possible. So don't try getting in touch with anyone."
"Mayors have the power to forcibly expel people from their homes?," Anya notes with a slight tinge of envy. "I had no idea."
"Normally, no," Estella responds.
"Just like they don't have to power to command military personnel," Xander adds. "Ever."
"Two hundred years of painstakingly cultivated connections," Estella explains. "The hope is to have everything over and done with before too many people realize how many laws I've broken."
"Of course," Anya remarks. "Because this is the sort of thing that's only done by power-mad crazy people."
"Or by those given a responsibility the larger society cannot comprehend," Giles counters. He had no idea Stella had a mystical, hereditary destiny. It was like finding out your intelligent, beautiful girlfriend was also a kindred spirit. Or even, dare he think it, a soul mate. Dawn and Kennedy come downstairs.
"What's going on?," Dawn whines.
"Looks like you're not the only one around here who gets prophecies so she can help her boyfriend," Anya jokes.
"The town's going to be destroyed today," Giles explains, realizing how hard a thing this is to explain. "Stella is going to take us somewhere safe before that happens."
"You get visions?," Dawn asks Stella.
"No, she got Clem," Buffy answers. "She says Clem's a prophet, and he told her the town was gonna blow today. I don't want to get into how ridiculous it all is. Not at this hour. Just pack your things and suspend your disbelief."
"We're leaving town? Not again."
"No, we're going underground," Giles replies.
"For how long?"
"Doesn't matter," Stella remarks. "By the time the sun sets, this house will probably be gone. So take what you need."
"I don't understand."
"None of us do. You don't need to," Buffy counters. She's buying all this because she always had a sneaking suspicion the whole "from beneath you it devours" implied catastrophic destruction. "Just get ready. Has anyone told Spike?" She looks around, then heads downstairs.
"Sorry. No pets allowed," Stella tells Buffy, causing Giles and Xander to laugh. "Dogs won't do well underground."
"He's not an animal," Buffy shoots back before heading into the basement.
"He's a, he's a vampire," Giles explains haltingly. "With a soul."
"Okay. You mean that Spike. With a soul? Huh. That's getting to be a cliche around here. Who cursed him?"
"He cursed himself," Giles answers. "You know of Spike?"
"And, from that cliche remark, I take it you also know about Angel?," Xander infers.
"My brother Vince was his landlord. Until he lost his soul and skipped out on his lease."
"Trust me, that was the least of it," Xander darkly notes.
"Vince did get to keep the $5,000 deposit paid by Angel's sugar daddy."
"His what?," Giles asks.
"What's this about Angel having a sugar daddy?," Xander wonders.
"And isn't $5,000 excessive for a security deposit?," Anya inquires.
"Not when the tenant is a vampire. I didn't mean sugar daddy' in the normal sense. I hope not. Vince said he was this little nebbish straight out of Raymond Chandler. As for Spike, I guess getting a soul makes sense. He has always been Buffy's ally. At least ever since he came to Sunnydale."
"Not quite," Xander responds.
"After coming to town, he did expend a considerable amount of energy trying to kill her," Giles reports.
"I don't know the details. Just what was written in the old mayor's files. He little profiles done of various demons and people. I think they were written by the Deputy Mayor."
"Really. I had no idea the Mayor would be concerned about someone so inconsequential," Giles remarks.
"Spike caused chaos. And Richard seems to have feared that he would join forces with Buffy. The profile claims that Buffy is the archetypal bad girl – or, good girl, as the case may be – whom Spike was drawn to as a way of rebelling against his vampire mother figure. It also postulated the existence of a vampire father figure whom Spike had abandonment issues with, as well as the standard Oedipal competitiveness. The guess was that Spike was replaying events in his human life. But I think that's all pop psychology b.s., though it did make a fun read."
"Do you still have that?," Xander asks, hoping to enjoy a few laughs at Spike's expense.
"Yes. That would be a fun read," Giles adds. "Even if it is half hogwash. Father figure. Who could that possibly - " Giles suddenly no longer looks amused. "Never mind. I'll be packing up my books now." Everyone leaves to grab their stuff. Andrew picks up the television. Stella heads into the living room to prevent any panic.
"You won't be needing that," she tells Andrew.
"Easy for you to say. I think I know what I need."
"There's one in the bunker. And it's larger." Andrew puts down the set, which was getting heavy for him anyway.
"You mean it? You better not just be saying that. Because, if you're lying to me, you should know that I have the power to summon - "
"I'm not lying. By the way, who are you?"
"Andrew. Tucker's brother." Stella still shows no sign of recognition. "I summoned the flying monkeys that attacked the school play."
"Sorry. Not a big fan of the theater of the demonic," she quips. "Why are you here?"
"Because of my redemptive powers. And my knowledge of demons and demon languages."
"Fodder then. Or, if you're lucky, a sacrificial lamb."
"One can hope," Andrew jokes, trying to make light of Stella's insult. She walks into the kitchen, where some of the Potentials are grabbing whatever food they can.
"There's plenty of food at the bunker," she tells them.
"Who are you?," Rona asks the woman in blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a black blazer who's evicting Buffy from her own house. "Besides Giles's girlfriend." The Potentials find the idea of Giles having a love life to be icky, just as Buffy once did.
"She's the mayor," Amanda explains. "Hi Mayor Santos. Why are you kicking us out of this house in the middle of the night?"
"Because the righteous are always warned before their town is laid waste to by God," Fadila answers with tongue only slightly in cheek. "Except that only happens in holy books, and not in real life."
"In some holy books, it's not only the righteous. Everyone is given a chance to escape. That's what I think it says in the Koran." Giles had mentioned a few things about the various Potential Slayers, and Stella knew plenty of passages from various religious texts relating to warnings of divine destruction, on account of her own situation. "Surah seventeen. Al-Isra?"
"The Night Journey. I suppose." Fadila knew her Koran, though not by heart. Giles helps Willow down the stairs. The blindness makes her all the more confused about this sudden turn of events.
"What's happening?," she asks him. "Kennedy said something about the town going all kablooey?"
"Not yet. And we'll be fine."
"How does your girlfriend know about this? What's she hiding from us?"
"Nothing. Stella's merely the inheritor of an ancient family prophecy. A woman whose life's work is saving the people of Sunnydale."
"Are you getting off on this?"
"No. Certainly not. Please get your mind out of the gutter."
"You are! This is like your ultimate turn-on."
"Go wait with Xander," an annoyed Giles responds. "Kennedy's packing your things." Xander rushes over to Giles.
"Do I have time to go back to my place? That's where most of my stuff is."
"I'm afraid not. Now make sure you've collected all the weapons. We have to focus on what's vital." Faith and Spike stagger upstairs along with Buffy, who roused them from their slumber.
"The world better be ending, or else someone's gonna pay for getting me up this early," Faith vows.
"Not the world, just the town," Giles explains. "Pack your bag and put it in the van."
"If you ask me, there's something bloody suspicious about your girlfriend knowing about this," Spike tells Giles. Spike's hair is frizzier than normal, on account of him not yet having a chance to comb it.
"For now, I think you should give her the benefit of the doubt," Giles responds. "Heaven knows we've done that for you on more than one occasion."
"Sod off, Rupert." Spike goes into the kitchen, wets his hair under the sink faucet and combs it flat.
"The underground garage only has room for two of your cars," Estella announces.
"Not a problem," Xander says. "We'll just take mine and the van."
"Like bloody hell. What about mine?," Spike demands to know.
"It's practically totaled," Xander responds. "And what good to you is a car without a roof?"
"You were supposed to be bloody fixing that."
"And where the hell did you expect me to find those parts? One hood. Four windows. Two windshields. Designed to fit your particular car. It's not like those are just lying around in your local auto shop."
"What about my car?," Buffy asks.
"No offense, but mine's better," Xander responds.
"No it's not."
"It holds more people. And has more storage room. Which, right now, makes it better."
"I'm not just going to ditch my car," Buffy promises.
"One of your cars can be kept outside," Stella suggests. "I don't know how the town will be destroyed. I can imagine a scenario where it survives. Who knows? You may get lucky."
"Did you hear that, Xander?," Buffy asks. "Your gas guzzler could make it after all."
"Gas guzzler? And your car runs on what – solar power?"
"It gets better mileage than your gigantic sport utility vehicle. Which, by the way, you never used off-road."
"You're forgetting about when I ran that demon over in the creek bed last summer."
"My point is, whatever happens, I'm guessing it won't be easy to find a gas station. And, since my car will go longer before running out of gas, it's the one we should keep around."
"True. Assuming you filled it up recently. But if the roads are strewn with debris – as tends to happen in a disaster area – it might be hard for your little car and its four inch ground clearance to get around. Not to mention the fact that my truck would be far better for running over Bringers, Reapers and whatever other assorted bad guys the First throws our way."
"Xander's right," Giles concludes to Buffy's dismay. "I'm sorry, Buffy. Xander's vehicle will simply be more useful. And remember what Stella said: there's a chance your auto could survive."
"What a bloody injustice," Spike says. "I didn't even have time to push it off a cliff, give the thing a proper, dignified goodbye." At 5:10, everyone's ready to go. They've loaded their stuff in the van and the truck. Xander's also towing something cloaked in canvas on a trailer behind his truck. He says he won't say what it is until he's finished. Stella's the only one left in the house. Giles comes back in. She's standing in the living room, holding a dagger in her right hand and reciting something over-and-over to herself in Latin.
"We're ready to go," Giles reports. "Stella? What are you doing?"
"The spell. I'm about to do it. It involves chanting some stuff and breaking the seal with my blood."
"Blood magic? Have you done spells before?"
"Nope. First-timer. Don't worry. I've been practicing since I was eight, just in case. But I do need to be alone."
"Of course." Giles pauses. "Good luck. I'll be right outside if you need any assistance."
"Okay. Everything goes according to plan, I'll be joining you in a couple seconds." Giles leaves, feeling a little nervous. Though not as nervous as Stella. She practices her lines a few more times before sitting down and taking a deep breath.
"Here goes nothing." Stella winces as she slashes open her left palm. She squeezes her left fist, and the blood pours down onto the grooves in the cover. Once they are filled, she closes her eyes and recites about twenty words. A aqua light swirls around her, and she leans back and struggles with the force of the magic. Everyone can see the light through the window. After a few seconds, it disappears. Willow smiles and starts shivering.
"Whoa. Got a pretty big contact high off that one." Willow starts breathing quickly. It takes her a little while to relax. "You should know your girlfriend's working some pretty powerful white magic in there. Wow." Willow's breathing slows down, though she's still smiling. "Never felt anything like that before."
"This better not be getting sexy," Anya jokes. "Sexy for you, I understand. No, even from your side, it's still pretty – "
"Anya, that's enough," Giles says, cutting her off.
"I think we're in agreement on not wanting them not doing spells together."
"Don't be so childish."
"Childish? I'm almost 1,200! How could I be childish?"
After about a minute, Stella's regained enough composure to try to open the book. It opens. The writing's all there. The spell worked. Stella walks out the front door with the book in her right hand and her left hand wrapped and bandaged. She still looks a little wired. "Rupert, is that how all spells feel?"
"No. Definitely not," Willow responds. "You did some, you worked some powerful mojo there. Some pretty incredible stuff. Giles, are her eyes dilated?"
Stella looks at Rupert for an explanation of why Willow can't see her. "She doesn't have her contacts in," he fibs. "Ansd, yes Willow, her pupils are fully dilated. And then some."
"What? I have to appear on television in less than an hour. People will think I'm doped up or something."
"They should go back to normal by then."
"They better. Otherwise I'm going to have to spend the day in sunglasses. The soldiers will think I'm nursing a hangover."
"You'll be fine. Can I have a look at the book?"
"Sure. It's all yours. Won't do me any good." She hands it to him.
"I still don't get it," Dawn comments. "She says jump, and we just say how high, no questions asked?"
"Isn't that the way things work with you and Angel?," Spike jokes. He likes the idea of the younger Summers bossing old Angel around, though of course that's not quite how it works.
"So where is this bunker?," Xander asks Estella.
"On my brother's ranch on the east side of town. Follow me."
"Are you sure you're okay to drive?," Giles asks, playing the concerned boyfriend.
"Rupert, I'm fine. It feels like the spell's already starting to wear off. But boy – it was like pot and acid and ludes and shrooms all in one. Without the bad letdown. Of course I've never done those things. Most of them, anyway."
"No letdown?," Willow says to herself. "She really was working the good stuff. I've heard about spells like that, but I've never actually – it must be the hereditary link. Us muggles never get to do the really cool spells."
"Why do you have a video camera?," a concerned Stella asks Andrew.
"To preserve a record of these momentous events. Can I ask you a few questions?"
"Maybe later. When the world's not about to end."
"Okay." He thinks about this. "Hold on! The world's always about to end. Someone somewhere's always trying to destroy it." Stella smiles as she walks to her car. Giles starts his van.
"Is your girlfriend a witch?," Madari asks him.
"No. Stella – I mean, Mayor Santos – is merely a conscientious public servant with a sacred duty to fulfill. A sacred duty that required her to perform one particular spell."
"Sacred duty' this. Sacred duty' that. Don't tell me you're not getting off on this," Anya replies. Ten minutes later, they arrive at the ranch and see nothing but grass and dirt.
"Where's the super-secret hideout?," Andrew asks.
"It's probably accessed through the basement of house," Xander guesses.
"No," Stella replies. "That would create an access problem of the house is destroyed and all the stuff inside it crashes down into the basement. We picked an entrance that couldn't be easily obstructed." Standing amidst acres of nothing, she presses a button on what looks like a garage door opener. A three foot-wide, six foot-long rectangular patch of grass hinges upwards, revealing a staircase. Andrew's blown away by the high-tech superhero secret lair aspect. Xander's impressed by how well the grass blended into its surroundings and concealed evidence of the entrance. "Follow me," she tells the impressed group. As she walks down the staircase, the corridor lights automatically turn on. When they reach the bottom of the stairs, ten feet of earth and rock are between the roof and the ground. Stella takes out a key card. "You'll each get one of these. Slide it through here to open the door." She does this, and the six inch-thick metal door slides to the right, opening a three foot-wide, seven foot-high entry way. Everyone walks in one-by-one. "This button on the wall opens the hatch on the surface. If you're all outside, make sure one of you has this," she says before handing the button she used a few seconds ago to Giles. The gang starts walking through the place. Everyone is pleasantly surprised with how spacious it is.
"Not bad," Spike answers with mock blase. "I've had better."
"Two metal boxes, ten feet high, twenty feet wide and seventy five feet long, placed side-by-side. Each of them rests on five three inch-thick steel coils sunk into the bedrock. This is the one door between sections. This button causes the double doors to slide open. Make sure you close these doors after walking through. Each half of the bunker has independent suspension, so to speak. In the case of a catastrophe, it's best if each box is sealed."
"Did your family build this on their own?," Giles asks. "The cost must have been staggering."
"Ten million dollars. Half from the state, half from the federal government. Disaster preparedness grants."
"You mean we're leaching off the nation's taxpayers?," Anya asks with a smile. "I love this country, with its free markets and corporate welfare."
"I suppose if anyone deserved pork barrel spending, it would be Buffy," Giles comments.
"Does this mean the world's finally giving me something back?," she wonders.
"Yes it does. The world's stepped up and given you a crypt," Spike responds. "And a pretty nice hole-in-the-ground at that." The Potentials run up to Buffy. They look happy.
"We have beds," Amanda reports.
"For each of us," Rona adds.
"We can go, like, two to a room," Fadila suggests. "It's like living in a real home. Not that your place wasn't. But to us – "
"It was like a sleepover," Amanda explains. "Cool for one night. But after a couple months, it starts to feel, you know - "
"Like you're living in squalor?," Anya asks.
"I call first dibs on the shower," Rona announces.
"Then I call first dibs on the other shower," Ariella responds. They run off to unpack and enjoy having to wait only half as long to use the bathroom.
"The electricity and water are run in underground from outside the town. They should survive whatever's coming."
Andrew's already got out the remote. He's flipping through the channels. "Will the cable survive?"
"It should. It's broadband digital, with an ethernet connection. But that part of the bandwidth won't be turned on until the town's gone. Same goes for the two phone lines. Until then you'll have to rely on your two hundred channels to keep up with what's going on in the world." Andrew's already blissfully under the spell of all these new choices. Estella looks at her watch. "That should do it."
"I'll walk you out?," Giles suggests.
"Sure. Thanks for understanding, Rupert."
"Stella, it was nothing. Just another day on the Hellmouth."
They walk outside. "I'll, uh, I'll be back once the town's evacuated. Provided there's enough time. God willing." She looks up, as if making a request.
"You said you could not marry. Does that also mean, well - ?"
"Rupert, I wasn't a nun," Stella jokes. "I just wasn't supposed to have children. Though I guess the same rules won't apply after today. Provided I'm still around. My job will be done. Which, I guess, is something you can never say, so I probably shouldn't have said it."
"Don't be ridiculous." The red glow of the sun can just be glimpsed rising in the east, only adding to the picturesque, romantic scene. Giles seizes the moment, takes Stella in his arms and kisses her passionately. After about thirty seconds, she pulls away and catches her breath.
"Wow," she says with a smile. "And I thought that spell was something special." Stella smiles at Giles, walks backs to her car and drives off. He stands there for a while, savoring the moment. Then he decides to head back inside to catch his girlfriend's big speech, then read the prophecies she unsealed.
Meanwhile, on a plateau to the south of town, the troops are massed with their vehicles, waiting for the order to move. "Can't say I didn't see it coming," Graham tells Riley.
"Somehow I didn't expect it to be so soon," he replies.
"Better now than later, when there's no one left in the corps who know their way around the place."
"The top brass hasn't said much," Sam comments to her husband.
"They never do."
"Yeah, but usually you get the idea that they know something they're not telling you. Am I the only one who thinks that this time they really don't have a clue?"
"They don't need one," Graham responds. "It's the daytime, meaning we shouldn't face much demon trouble. So this is a straight-up civilian evacuation. We can get the job done without knowing why we're doing it. We have before."
"We know why," Riley tells him.
"Yeah. The Hellmouth. But why today? Has you-know-who told you anything recently?"
"No. I haven't talked to Buffy in a year."
"I'm sure the Slayer can take care of herself," Sam predicts.
"She always could," Graham adds. "That's one house we won't have to worry about."
"Great," Riley sarcastically responds. "One down. Nine thousand, nine hundred ninety nine to go. Has anyone here even done anything close to this mission?"
"We've all emptied a couple villages, couple hundred civilians. Thirty two thousand people may be fifty times as many people, but we have a hundred times the manpower," Graham confidently responds.
"And half the time," Riley notes. "Logistically, moving that many people out that fast is pretty daunting."
"Not to mention this is America and not some banana republic," Sam adds. "People here aren't used to getting pushed around by their own army."
"Look on the bright side," Graham concludes. "If there's one town in America you can get people to leave, no questions asked, it's gotta be this town."
NEXT: Kelly shows up in Sunnydale to pull rank on Riley, evacuate the college in record time, and tell Riley stories about how she helped disembowel Angel. Speaking of him, it won't be long before Angel and Connor get word of something apocalyptic going down in Sunnydale. Imagine Angel's horror when he can't get in touch with Buffy or any of her friends.