Anya stalked angrily into the house. Buffy and the others think they can just storm over to her place and say "I'm sorry" to stop her from carrying out her evil plan. Yeah, right. She didn't even have an evil plan. Whatever. Right now, she had other problems, and by the time she made her way up to the third floor, she was steaming.

"What was that? You- you don't do that!" Anya screamed at the sneering girl.

"I didn't mean to. Guess I'm pretty powerful, too then." Audrey scoffed. She focused her gaze on one of the chairs down below. It moved a few feet. "I can move things with my eyes." She smiled proudly.

"It's called telekinesis. And I don't know how you got it because Xander was nothing special. He was just a human."

"I guess you hated that guy."

"Hate, love, all the same."

Audrey stared at her for a second, then said, "So I'm his… daughter?"

"Kind of. Magically, his blood is in you."

"Oh, okay." Anya wasn't sure about how well this was going with the girl. How, amazingly, she accepted and understood it all. She must have also the knowledge from Xander that demons and witches and all that exists. But the girl just threw her out the window! Using telekinesis for cripes sakes! She wasn't just some ordinary magical kid. She threw her some sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt she had found on this floor.

"Put these on. You can't go around wearing that blanket." The girl took the clothes and scurried into a nearby room.

"When are you gonna actually call me by my name?" Audrey shouted from the other room.

"Never. Get used to it."

Willow groaned as Tara picked her up off the ground. She leaned, sitting against the trunk of the tree as her head throbbed.

"Got hit by the Anya Express." She mumbled, rubbing her forehead.

"Oh, god, what about Buffy? What happened to her? We have to go find her." Tara panicked. She got Willow to her feet, then started running. She looked back, just to see Willow sitting down again.

"Will- come on. We have to go now or they'll be one pissed off witch right on our tails."

"I can't."

"Willow! Buffy could be seriously hurt!" Tara started running back to Willow, but she tripped. She fell right onto Willow's legs as a sharp stinging went through her body.

"Oh. Will- sorry." Tara moaned, lifting herself up. Willow looked at her, then back at her legs.

"That's okay. I didn't feel it. I didn't feel anything."

When Giles, Dawn, and Janice arrived back at the house, no one was there. They peeked around some, but the house was just like it usually was, normal. But there was nothing normal about this. Janice headed upstairs.

"Where are you going?" Dawn questioned, flopping down on the couch.

"Uh, just to the bathroom. It's up here, right?" Dawn nodded as she watched Janice make her way up the stairs.

"Giles?"

"Um, yes Dawn?" He replied, taking off his glasses and rubbing his forehead.

"Is this real?"

Giles looked up at Dawn, then back down at his feet. "I'm afraid so." He mumbled to his feet.

"Because it keeps seeming like Xander just isn't here. Like he's at his apartment or at the Magic Box or something. But he's not. He'll never be. But I believe that's what we all are thinking. That he's somewhere else right now, and that we have to help Anya get through something. Like it always is. We always help each other out. Even when someone even more important to us is gone. Except this time, that person isn't just gone. He's dead. And I think I'm the only one who sees that."

Giles nodded.

Janice didn't go upstairs because she had to go to the bathroom. She went upstairs because she was curious. A coven? She couldn't imagine Anya being too evil. I mean, Dawn over exaggerated a lot.

She peeked into the rooms to find one that must have been Dawn's, and another one, either Willow or Buffy's. She stepped into it, flicking the light on. Their was a queen sized bed, and not much else except a dresser and windows. This room had been picked dry of personality. What caught her attention, though, were the various papers sprawled across the dresser. She walked over and grabbed one. Reading it over, she smiled.

"Janice?" Dawn called as Janice nearly skipped ten steps down the stairs.

"I, um, gotta go. You know, it's really late and this is getting kinda weird for my taste." She slammed the door so hard in her hurry that Dawn could feel the vibration.

What was up with her?

Buffy could clearly recall the horror of flying through the air like a bullet. Luckily, it was dark, so she was left unseen. But that wasn't her biggest problem right now. Landing would probably be the hardest part. She closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them, it would be a nightmare.

No luck. When she reopened her eyes, she discovered that she was sailing towards the ground. She glanced something then, like a shadow. Someone was walking down the street. Did they see her? Buffy panicked as she got even closer, and braced herself for her death-worthy landing. Suddenly, though, she stopped in mid air and started floating down gently until her feet touched the ground. She breathed a sigh of relief. But- what just happened? She looked towards the person she had seen before, but now they were running away. It looked like- no. But it couldn't be.

Janice?