Forgotten Highways
There were cracks in the world... No that didn't fit. There were several versions of the world overlaid on one another... Better, but not quite. The roads and paths split between worlds that were stacked on top of each other like Dixie cups and no one seemed to notice, Xander decided.
He wondered what he would have seen if he'd looked back at Sunnydale when he'd left. Staring at the series of LAs in front of him and the subtle difference in the roads leading in to them, he tried to figure out which one was 'his' if such a term applied.
There was a bright and clean LA with buildings that reminded him of New York, and a dark and dreary one that looked like he imagined Gotham City did in the comics. And, of course, there were a handful of variations between the two.
One of the brighter looking darker ones, if that made any sense, was almost certainly 'home'... but he found he didn't much like the looks of the place. There were demons like cockroaches infesting the place, while better than the cities below it in some cases, wasn't as attractive as the levels above it.
The longer he looked, the more he could see...
Typing by: Ordieth!