Disclamer: None of these characters are mine.
"I wish we didn't already have to go back, B. Europe isn't all history like I though. And the guys in Italy, Momma Mia." Faith said to Buffy sitting next to her as she popped a peanut in her mouth. Buffy was lost in her own thoughts though, not really listening to Faith at all.
"Yeah." she responded a little half heartedly. She still hadn't told Faith why they needed to go to L.A. so urgently, just that they had to. Saying out loud that Angel might already be gone would just be too much for her. Her and Andrew had put up very little argument after she promised another trip soon.
"I didn't like the Italy." Andrew said to Faith. "Everyone there was hairy."
"Oh, come on. No they weren't." Faith responded aghast. Their conversation went on for a minute then a sudden breeze hit Buffy's skin.
"Hey.. Hey guys." She smacked Faith's arm to get her attention. "Why is there a gust of wind on an airplane?" Faith and Andrew looked around, then suddenly a black eyed Willow appeared holding Giles and Xander by the shirt. Xander fell to the ground coughing.
"Oh no, is she going all dark Wicca again? I can't deal with another Dark Phoenix moment. Buffy, tell Jean Gray to chill out." Andrew said undoing his seatbelt.
"That was wholly irresponsible, Willow." He motioned at the shocked passengers. "All these people just…," he took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "moot point I guess."
"Buffy. Wesley is.. Wesley's gone. Whatever's going down is going down now, we have to go." Willow put out her hand for Buffy to take.
"Okay." Buffy said after only a moment's hesitation. Her and Faith took hold of Willow's hand and they all vanished.
"Alright then," Andrew called at the now vanished group, "I guess I'll be fine on the plane. I've got a really good seat anyways...and I hate wasting!"