Buffy was standing in the middle of a court with students milling all around her, looking around with a very bemused look on her face.

"FRESHMEN! WE'RE DOING THIS BY FOLDER COLOUR! IF YOU'RE NOT HOLDING ON TO A YELLOW FOLDER, YOU'RE IN THE WRONG GROUP. YOU BELONG UP BY WIESMAN HALL."

The random student pointed in a seemingly indiscriminate manor, and Buffy began to leaf through her many folders. She had a blue one, a green one and countless others, but no yellow folder. Whichever direction that point had meant to be in was obviously for her. Buffy just wished that she had patrolled near the college, even once, and started to walk towards where she hoped the people without yellow folders were standing.

She was completely confused, and still seemed to have a mile-long list of things still to do. Students shoved fliers and words right into her face as she walked, but none gave her any useful information. Who did she need to beat up around here to get the information! She guessed that Willy probably wouldn't be all that much help.

She needed Willow, or Giles, or Angel (you know, if it wasn't daylight and everything). They would know what to do! This was Willow's atmosphere – with the whole being organised thing, and really up with the whole student life thing. Giles was Giles! He always knew exactly what was going on and how she should deal with it. Angel wouldn't have any more of a clue than her, but at least then she wouldn't be alone, and feel quite so stupid. She needed Willow!

"Buffy, Hey!"

"Oh, boy am I glad to see you." Willow could never know how much.

normal episode convo until

"Well, I'm..." She broke off and gasped. "Ooh, boyfriend! My on-campus boyfriend."

"Mine's still sleeping, most likely. I'm seeing him later … if I ever get to where I'm going, and get everything done. Otherwise, he'll most likely come find me here, wondering what I'm doing that took till sundown!"

"Everything will be fine, Buffy. You'll see.

"Oz! How are you?"

everything the same until the book shop

"You know, this store discriminates against short people."

"Oh, I think there's a protest next week." She just had to be joking about that. Please!

Buffy reached up and accidentally knocked the books off of the shelf.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"

The student stood up, gently massaging his head.

"I'm okay. It's okay. Well, that was bracing."

"I'm so... the books were just too high, and then everything was bad."

She bent down to pick up the books, and the guy she had hit began to help her.

"Let's put a few of these down here. So, uh, are you girls taking Intro Psych, or do you just want me dead?"

"Psych; I normally try not to kill a guy until I know what he did wrong!"

"Er. Okay. Well, you'll have a lot of fun. Professor Walsh--she's quite a character."

"You've taken it?"

"I'm a TA, I'll be helping the Professor out. I'm sorry, I've forgotten my manners in all the concussion... I'm Riley."

"Willow, and this is my friend Buffy."

"It's nice to meet you both."

"Hi."

"Hey, do you know if we're going to be studying 'Operant Conditioning' in the first semester? 'Cause I hear that's kinda Professor Walsh's specialty."

"Absolutely. Do you know her treatise on Dietrichs work?"

"I know of it."

"It's not in the syllabus, but it's a fascinating read... if you're in to that sort of thing. They have it here."

"Oh, where?"

"I'll show you. I don't meet that many freshmen that know that much about psychology."

"Well, it's fascinating."

Riley (if that is his real name. I prefer fish face.) led Willow towards the offending book, and Buffy trailed behind, just wishing she could be with Angel, and forget all about nasty U.C.Sunnydale.

I know, another short one, but I would really like to go to sleep now, and I will get there eventually! Promise!