The plane ride seemed to take forever. Kennedy probably drank ten cups of coffee. The whole time she kept staring out the window, wondering what Willow was doing. She missed her so much. It didn't seem real. She couldn't believe she was going, but if Willow really didn't love her she wasn't going to stay there.

Giles has arranged for one of the Watchers he had sent there to meet her at the airport. She arrived at about 4 in the afternoon. Waiting there at the airport was a tall man with glasses. He wasn't very old and he had black hair. If Kennedy wasn't gay she might have thought he was attractive.

"Are you Kennedy?" The man asked through a British accent.

"Yeah and by the looks of you, you are the Watcher I'm looking for."

"I suppose I am. I have lined up an apartment above the library I work out of. You can stay as long as you like. I have a taxi waiting outside. Please, follow me."

"Yeah." Kennedy muttered, all emotion gone from her voice.

All she kept thinking was how all Watchers seemed to be alike. They had glasses, were British, and were extremely smart. This guy was already two out of three.

"Excuse me. I believe I have forgotten my manners. In case Rupert did not tell you who I am. My name is Cedric Page." He announced this as he got into the taxi.

"Well actually he didn't, so nice to meet you." Kennedy outstretched her hand. He took it and smiled.

"I know I will not be acting as you're official Watcher, but I believe you will find me quite useful in matters of the occult and demonology. I studied at...."

He continued on about himself, but it was all lost on Kennedy. She wasn't listening. She looked out the window. Only she wasn't looking at the scenery. She was thinking about Willow. With everything she had going on, last thing she needed was an uptight, British man talking about himself.

Kennedy didn't know how long they had been driving or how long Cedric had been talking, but the next thing she knew she was in front of a broken down library.

"This the place?" She asked as they stepped out of the taxi.

He paid the driver before he drove off and then he turned his attentions back to Kennedy.

"Yes, I know it doesn't look like much from the outside, but the inside is quite spectacular. Come now." Kennedy grabbed her bags and followed.

They entered into a room with tiled floors. All of the walls were bookshelves. They were filled with all shapes and sizes of books. There was a table in the middle of the room. There was also a stairway.

"That stairway leads to my place?"

"Yes, just follow the hallway to the very end. It will be the door on the left. Do you need anything else? You must be hungry after your travels. Would you like some-"

"Actually, Mr. Page, I would just like to get to bed."

"Yes, yes, of course. If you need anything, anything at all just ask. I'm here."

"Thank you. Good night." She didn't even give him the chance to say goodnight back before she was halfway up the steps.

The hallway had several doors. The walls had extremely ugly wallpaper and the carpet was old and stained. She reached the end of the hall and the door on the left. She opened and closed the door behind her. She looked around. Every room ran into the other. There was one door and Kennedy guessed it lead to the bedroom.

She dropped her bags in front of the door and locked it. She then began to wander through her new home. She sat down on the worn sofa. It had a strange odor, it wasn't a bad smell just a different one. There was a television, but when Kennedy turned it on all she got were two channels: an adult channel and one with old black and white movies. She sighed and moved to examine the kitchen.

The kitchen floor was made up of mismatched tiles. There was a fridge and a small table and chair in the corner. She opened the tan fridge and found three empty plastic containers, a rotten apple, and an empty carton of Chinese food. The simple cardboard box sent Kennedy into tears. She remembered standing in her and Willow's kitchen fighting as she heated up some left over rice. She threw the box at the wall and wiped away her tears. Then she walked into the bedroom.

It had a bed, some ratty, pink curtains, and a dresser that had two missing knobs on the drawers. That was pretty much the full extent of the bedroom. Except for a door, that led to a tiny bathroom with nothing else in it, but the essentials.

Kennedy walked back out to the living room and grabbed some clothes. Then she walked back into the bathroom. She turned on the shower. When the water was coming out of the showerhead, Kennedy noticed it came out to the left and kind of spurted.

The entire place was a joke. Everything that was going on just made Kennedy laugh, but the laughter subsided quickly. She burst into tears. She lowered herself to her knees and continued to cry. All she wanted was for Willow to show up and tell her to come home. Maybe she would. Kennedy lost all hope of that once she remembered that Willow didn't' love her.

When she realized the bathroom was beginning to fill with steam, she disrobed and climbed in. She turned the showerhead so that the water would come straight down onto her face. Water flowed down her face, along with her tears.

About a half hour later she was clean and clothed. She walked into the kitchen again and opened the fridge, hoping there would be something there. She wasn't hungry. In fact, she was sort of numb. She cried the whole time she was in the shower and she really didn't have any strength to do anything else.

Still staring into the fridge. Kennedy experienced a wave of exhaustion. It enveloped her, nearly knocking her over. She closed the fridge door and walked into the bedroom. Her bedroom. The thought nearly sent her into tears. She didn't want a room without Willow. She didn't want anything without Willow. Why was this happening? How did this happen? Things had been so great. Somewhere deep down, she guessed, she had always known Willow's true feelings or there lack of, but it didn't make sense.

The pain began to become physical. It was too much. She crawled into her bed and rolled onto her back. She stared at the ceiling in hopes of falling asleep, but thoughts of her sudden departure and of her future held plagued Kennedy. If it were up to her, she would have been with the red-haired hacker forever, but it wasn't mutual. She couldn't bear Willow to be unhappy. She eventually stopped thinking and fell asleep.