"Ouch! Over dramatic much?"

"Greetings Chosen One."

"Um, yeah, hi. Look, my family and friends think I'm dead because of you people. So, if it's all the same to you, I'd like to go back now please."

"They are of no importance to us. At least in this concern."

"Yeah, I know…'she must walk alone in the fight against evil'."

"And yet you defied this."

"Yeah, and it's kept me alive…until now. Which brings me back to my point."

"Which is?"

"What am I doing here and when I can go back?"

"You are here because you saved the life of the key. And whether or not you can return to your previous life is in question."

"Wait, what?! What do you mean it's in question?"

"Your body has died; this we cannot change."

"Um, hello? Do you both see me? I'm standing right here! My body is right here."

"Your soul is before us, warrior; your body, however, has expired."

"Ok, whatever. Bring it back to life or something. You know, like Frankenstein…big, scary looking guy, with bolts sticking out of his neck. Do you people get cable here?"

"We are here to offer you a second chance."

"Great! Now why couldn't you just say that to begin with? Geez, you…what are you two anyway?"

"We are Oracles."

"Oh, like the mythical channeling-thingys in Greece. Willow mentioned you."

"We grant you this offer simply because of the agreement we made with the vampire regarding your life."

"Wait, what vampire?" (pausing) "Angel?"

"Yes, the souled vampire, who is now a champion for our cause."

"When did he—You know, it doesn't matter. He refused to help me and my family when it mattered the most, so you know what…thanks, but no."

"He did not know of the battle you encountered. The Seer hid it from him, which we plan on rectifying soon."

(Laughing) "Oh you have got to be kidding! Cordelia…Queen C, is a Seer. What genius thought that up?"

"Silence!"

"Gee, ok..I was just saying."

"As my brother has said, we offer you a second chance only because of the agreement we made with the Champion. You will be sent back to your life soon enough; however, you will be entrusted with a precious "gift"."

"What, like a gold vase or something?"

"Sister…perhaps we have made the wrong choice."

"Silence, brother. We made the mistake; therefore we must correct it now. You will discover what this gift is once you regain life."

"Uh, ok…so we do this now, or what?"

"You must wait for now."

"Wait? Come on! I've got responsibilities at home! I've got Dawn and patrol. Giles is so gonna kick me ass for slumming around for awhile. And Will and Xand…I'm sure they're going crazy with guilt. Even Spike, is probably upset. And hello, you were talking about Angel, I'm sure he—well if he knows/cares—is sick with worry, so come on already!"

"We have said enough. However, we will leave you with knowledge of three coming events; two of which you must prevent."

"And they would be?"

The female spoke first, walking towards her as she did. "Be wary of uncovered windows following a reunion; for if they are left vulnerable to accidents, blood will be split." Buffy was immediately given the vision of blood raining down upon Willow's face as her lover, Tara, fell to the ground.

"Oh, Will!"

Before she could question her the vision they had granted her, the male spoke. "Some who have been previously dismissed are still worthy of redemption. Aide in the process of returning his sanity." Suddenly she saw Spike…or rather a being who resembled Spike, curled up in a dark basement rambling about some nightmare.

"Oh, this is a joke, right?! No? Ok, what's the third?"

The female once again placed her hand upon Buffy's shoulders and said, "Here this now, Chosen One…your city will fall. However, you must not allow your line to be broken. We do not envy the path which lies ahead of you. You will be tested in many ways, yet you must always find faith in yourself and that which you fight for."

Buffy couldn't help the tears that fell from the images that raced through her mind. She saw blood being drawn on hands, seeping down towards a ritualistic portal. She watched as countless, nameless women were slaughtered—some of which were right before her eyes. She saw Xander losing one of his eyes, and then yelling out to an obviously dead Anya. She felt the despair, hopelessness, and terror of those she saw.

"And I can prevent these things?"

"The first you can, the second you must not, and the third is merely a warning. For if you lose your way, the outcome will be far worse than that of what you have just witnessed."

"Well, I guess I should say, 'Thanks'. But I have one more question."

"We may answer it…"

"What agreement did you make with Angel?"

"We reversed a day so as to save your life."

The female took Buffy's hand, saying "if we had known, we would not have done so. This we must make right."

"Known what?"

"Take good care of our gift, warrior."

And with that, they both were gone. Immediately after that, Buffy found herself in a large room; in the center as a gorgeous looking king-size bed, with lavender as the main color. Beside the bed was a small night table, a lamp, and some books/magazines. In the corner, there was a chair large enough to hold herself, Xander, and Willow in at the same time.

'Hmm, no TV. Great! Now what?'

A phantom voice called out to her, answering her question. "You wait."

"Gee, what fun!"