Willow walked around Sunnydale, looking at the place she had not been for years. She had come back every now and then, out curiosity, but not often, as her memories of this time and place started to reassert themselves. She went to her old home, to the place she had spent the first 18 years of her life, not a great portion.

Picking the lock, since she no longer had her key, she entered the house through the front door, Willow looked around remembering years long since gone, for her anyway. She went into her room looking at the various items, touching them and remembering a life that now seemed alien to her. Looking through her old clothes she laughed at the contrast between them and what she wore now. Willow looked at a picture that lay on her desk. It was of Wesley, she smiled at the memories she had of him, they're fighting demons, or at least attempts at doing so. She sat on her bed just absorbing, trying to readjust herself to the way things once were, thinking of what she should do now; leave town or remain. The powers did send her a vision to help her memories of this place fully re-immerge. So there must be a reason why they did it, perhaps she was meant to be here.

Willow decided that she should go see Wesley, he deserved and explanation of what had happened to her. Knowing him though as soon as he sees me he'll probably assume I'm possessed or something before I even open my mouth, probably faint after I've explained.

Wesley was sitting in his small apartment at his desk; on it were various books of demonology. Wesley was researching a demon that had killed a young man in the woods. Fortunately the late mans girlfriend had escaped and had given the description he was now investigating, when he heard a knock at his door. Wesley got up from the table and made his way to the front door, looking through the peek hole he recognised his best, and only friend at this moment in time, Willow. He quickly opened the door and ushered her in, he locked the door and turned around taking note of her appearance. She was wearing leather pants and red tank top that exposed her mid-rift with a leather trench coat over the top. Her hair was tied back in scalp plat.

"Willow. New Look?" He asked, looking rather confused and worried as he backed away. Oh my god she's possessed where's my axe gone?

"I'm not possessed Wes." She said with an amused look on her face.

"I never said you were." Wesley said, his voice raising a few octaves higher than his normal level.

"Ahh but you were thinking it" Willow said stepping closer, she was finding this rather amusing.

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" Wesley asked worriedly.

"Logical assumption, plus the fact that you are surreptitiously trying to make your way over to the axe behind you."

"Ah" He said sheepishly.

"Wes, sit down. I have something very important to tell you." Willow said as she made her way to his couch and sat down. Wesley slowly made his way over to the chair opposite her, still looking a little nervous. Lets see, how best to start this. "Wes, tonight I was killed."

"WHAT??????" Wes said jumping up out of his seat, Willow reached over and grabbed him pulling him next to her on the couch.

"Wes Calm down," Ok maybe that was not the best way of putting it, waiting until he had gained some semblance of control,

"Tonight I was killed by a Kivory demon, but I'm immortal so I woke up again, but for me this happened over 4000 years ago." Wesley scrunched his face up in confusion. "I'm not explaining this well am I?" Wesley nodded his head in agreement. "Ok, I died right?" Wesley slowly nodded, "Then I woke up in this white room, ok." Wesley nodded again, "Then these two silver people told me that I had a destiny, you with me so far." Again a nod, "Then they hurled me over 4000 years into the past, there I was trained by another immortal like me called Torrin. And for the past 4000 years I have fulfilled prophecies, fought demons, immortals and men alike, I've been married on several occasions, partied with the best them, travelled around the whole world and generally had a good time, accompanied by some very bad times."

Willow took a deep breath; the last bit came out in one big sentence. "Got that." Wesley nodded, stood up and promptly fainted. "I knew it!" Willow exclaimed before pulling Wesley off the floor.