Buffy, blinded by tears, ran through the halls, oblivious to the stares and whispers of her fellow students. She burst through the rear entrance and took refuge behind a storage shed. To her surprise, she wasn't alone. Giles was there, but he looked different somehow. It took a moment for Buffy to register the fact that Giles was now about 18 years old, smoking a cigarette and was wearing ripped jeans and a black t-shirt sporting the slogan "I'm just a $(!& ray of sunshine, aren't I".
"Giles," she gasped out. "What. . . how . . . ?"
Giles sneered. "That's my name baby, don't wear it out." He casually flicked his cigarette towards a pile of dead leaves and sauntered back inside.
Buffy reeled with shock. This couldn't be happening, I must be in a nightmare, she thought.
Meanwhile, William, in his haste to escape, stumbled into someone. To his horror, he realized that he had bumped into that crazy Drusilla. William vaguely remembered a time when she had been a sweet, shy religious girl, but that was before that drunken lout Liam had turned his attentions towards her. In just a few short weeks Drusilla had changed into a drugged out goth who cut herself and blabbed nonsense about the stars while twirling around. William didn't know what that big jock had done to her, but it must have been awful.
Drusilla turned to face him. "I know you," she said vaguely. "You're that boy who everyone picks on."
William squirmed. It was bad enough the sane students despised him, but to have the school nut job look down upon him was unbearable.
Drusilla continued. "They don't see what I see," she said dreamily. "You have such power."
Despite himself, William was intrigued. "Me?" he squeaked out.
Drusilla leaned towards him, stared into his eyes and said, "Let me show you worlds you never dreamed of."
Anyanka watched them from the shadows. The Slayer didn't know what she was getting in for when she wished that Angelus was human and that demons didn't exist. This was going to be fun.