Willow cringed a bit when the big wooden doors slammed into the stone walls.
Giles turned his face halfway around, able to see her from the corner of his eye. "Terribly sorry. I don't know the limits of my own strength apparently."
Willow, whose ears were still ringing, had no choice but to agree. "That seems logical." She looked up at the high ceiling and doors. "Why do you have them so big anyway. Seriously Giles, you could move a giraffe through here. And from what I've seen none of you Watchers are very tall."
"Perhaps they wanted to fit many of us in here at once. Besides, don't you like having plenty of room when you walk into a place?"
"Kinda. But being able to drive a tank into the dining room? It's called overkill Giles."
"Yes, I suppose it is." Giles stopped a second to look into the dinning room. "Besides you couldn't fit a tank in there."
"Got one we can test that theory with?"
"While we have stakes and the occasional axe it doesn't mean we come that heavily armed." Giles got silent for a second. "Besides, that's not what you're here for you know."
"Oh, yeah, right." Willow mumbled behind him. Truth told, Willow DIDN'T know what she was here for at all. That fact gave her a colder chill than these big drafty castle hallways.
Giles led her through one last door. "This will be your room. Feel free to begin unpacking. Someone will be along shortly to tell you more." Giles sent her a reassuring smile before leaving and shutting the door behind him.
Willow sighed as she slumped down on her bed. She cringed again. This time for the uncertainty that the next few hours, possibly months of her life were going to be. She only hoped it would all be over that quickly.
