8. Months
"So, I heard your class is going to Spain for the grad trip," Buffy said, while passing the orange juice to her sister at breakfast. "Sounds like fun."
Dawn shrugged. "I'm not going."
"What? Why not? I thought you wanted to go to Spain. It's like, the one country in Europe you haven't visited yet."
"Well, yeah, but the trip's in May," Dawn replied, as if that explained everything.
"Oh," Buffy seemed to accept this answer. Then her brow furrowed. "So?"
"So, you might need me, y'know, to help stop the apocalypse."
"There's an apocalypse coming in May?" Buffy was suddenly alarmed. "Since when? Why did nobody tell me?"
"Cause there isn't one. Not yet, anyways."
Buffy just looked at Dawn quizzically. Her younger sister sighed.
"Haven't you ever noticed? Bad things always happen in May."
Buffy waved her hand dismissively. "Pfft, nah, last year…" she paused, remembering last year. "Well, that one time…" she trailed off again.
Dawn folder her arms and raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, so apocalypses always come up in May," Buffy admitted. She puzzled over this a minute. "I wonder why that is?"
"I dunno," Dawn answered, stabbing at her pancakes. "April showers?"