Kanaga, Zaire

The evening breeze caught his outgrown hair where he sat on the porch of Djanga's small house, smoking and thinking. He had done this every evening for two months, since he'd come back from the caves. Since he'd gotten his soul back.

He wasn't brooding though. Just contemplating his future and where it would be. What would happen to him next. He thought about going back to Sunnyhell. Not to try and get Buffy back, he'd given up that hope, but just cause it was the closest to a home he'd ever had.

And it'd be nice to see the Nibblet too.

Suddenly, there was a strange chill in the air, and he got a strong feeling they needed him in Sunnydale. He tried to dismiss it as some kind of wishful thinking, but the feeling just got stronger.

He needed to get there. What if one of them was in danger, and was somehow calling out to him? Not bloody likely, but there had to be something behind a feeling this strong.

And what was he waiting for anyway? The plane tickets to get cheaper? That'd be the day.

He butted out his cigarette against the wall and got up.

A few hours later he'd gotten a ticket to a flight leaving for LA early tomorrow morning, intermediate landing in Atlanta. He'd have to fly with the baggage for the first section of the trip, but he'd be able to go with the passengers from Atlanta to LA.

New York

A hand shot up from the ground in front of a tombstone. If someone would have been around, they sure as hell wouldn't have gotten any sleep after that sight.

It wasn't long until a whole female body had crawled out of the grave. The woman looked confused, but wasn't panicking, since it was hardly her style. She took in her surroundings and, clearly having knowledge of this cemetary, walked out of it.

Nikki was truly confused, as the world wasn't looking like it did in her time. She'd figured out that she must've been resurrected a bit later, but by whom, how and why? She had a strong feeling though. A feeling that she needed to get somewhere. Sunnydale. She might've heard the name somewhere, but she didn't have any idea as to where it was.

She went through her pockets and found a passport belonging to herself, despite the fact that she knew she'd never had one. She also knew that she hadn't been born in 1985. She found a wallet full of money to go with the passport.

Nikki thought it over and came to the conclusion that if she was so sure she'd find answers in Sunnydale, whether it was her slayer sense telling her so or something else, she didn't care, then her best shot was to go there.

She took a cab to Newark.

The plane ticket was easy to get after she'd found out Sunnydale was near LA, but seeing as she was supposedly in a hurry, she'd have to change planes in Atlanta.

She had also found what year it was, and after the initial shock, she decided that things didn't seem to be all that different nowadays, and she'd got along just fine up to now.

There were still hours before the plane left, and so she decided to get some clothes, and, after she had a look at modern day hair (plus a few strange looks from other people), visit a hair salon. The afro was seemingly not in fashion anymore.

Sunnydale, CA

Everyone had stayed at Buffy's house that night, realizing that if the demons attacked, the chance of survival would be much better that way. The morning had just come and Willow and Giles were the first ones to be up. Willow had made some coffee despite Giles' protests that the Earl Grey that Buffy had was 'really not so bad'.

"Giles, I…um, last night? The spell?" Willow looked up, making sure that he was listening. Giles' coffee mug had stopped on the way to his mouth and his face held a certain worry, but he wasn't going to interrupt her.

"It took a lot more power out of me than it should've, and I was kinda wondering if…if anything could've gone wrong. A-and if it did, then we should look into it, right?"

Giles sipped on his coffee.

"Well, there could have been several reasons for how much power it took. For example, you haven't used your powers in a while. And, Spike could be on the other side of the world. And-" Giles' eyes widened. "If- if he has been dusted, it- well, frankly I have no idea what might've happened- Willow, I'm terribly sorry, I think we might've rushed into doing the spell yesterday." Giles was looking shocked by his own foolness.

"Giles, I've messed it all up again, haven't I?" Willow's eyes were watering up.

"No, not at all, no one can blame you in particular but my suggestion is that we start to research this spell immediately."

A few hours later, when they'd all woken up and eaten breakfast, the research was on.