Harmony unpacked her luggage carefully. Buffy had left earlier that morning for something about Willow and, "finding evidence". The vampire wasn't really paying attention to the details.

Her room was a bit smaller than Buffy's, but still better than her old dingy apartment. A wide window overlooked some of the tops of the buildings. Over the past two centuries, the skyscrapers just got taller and taller. So much so that if one were to be standing on the very top looking down, they wouldn't even see the bottom.

Despite the bitchy side of Buffy, Harmony wouldn't change this living arrangement for all the promises of France in the world. Still, she wished she hadn't been thrown into such a complex battle, if it even can be classified as a battle.

It didn't make any sense to Harmony at all! What the hell was Willow thinking? She should know that Harm can't be trusted around anyone, especially Buffy. Her infatuation for a certain bleached blond vampire was confirmation of that. It didn't matter if he would never love Harmony like she did him anyway. She's moved passed it now. That didn't mean that she wasn't burnt by the fact of being near the one person that he truly loves; loved. Harmony was a bit unaware of her beloved blondie bear's whereabouts. Clearly if he wasn't here with Buffy, then he must not love her anymore. Or is dead. She silently hoped for the first one.

Harmony stepped back to observe her progress. Her new room was semi furnished with a few exceptions. Happy with her work, Harm left to lounge in the totally awesome living room that she can't believe Buffy had. I mean, come on, I totes deserve to own this place more than she does. I had more oppression. Plopping on the couch and switching on the television, Harm realized how bizarre her current situation was. It's been so long since she's seen Buffy. In fact, she probably hasn't seen the slayer since she left Sunnydale. Way back in the day. It was a weird feeling, being near the other blonde again. It feels just like yesterday that the warrior princess was kicking her ass across the state of California.

If she were to be completely honest with herself, Harmony might admit she was a little jealous of Buffy. Mostly because of Spike, but there were other reasons. Like, seriously, she has it all! Superpowers that only increase as the years go by, two sexy immortals head over heels for her, and she oozed sultry seduction. Why does she get to have that? What's so different from her and I? Everyone Harmony met always seemed to have an obvious distaste for the vamp. This was including the toughest people in her life; Angel, Spike, and of course Buffy. Why she got to get all the glory was beyond the blonde vampires comprehension. Which annoyed and mentally wounded her.

Deciding that thinking about it hurt too much, Harmony tuned into the trivial broadcast. It was some weird news/radio station that was oddly warning people to stay away from the dog park. They put much emphasis on it too, making no sense at all. What's so scary about a dog park?

"Do not approach them. Do not approach the dog park."

This is so screwed up.

Buffy was becoming increasingly irritated by her predicament. Scouring Willow's old place of living annoyed her to no end. It didn't help that the hollow body of said witch was just in the other room. When she had carried Will all the way here, she might have commented on the fact that her friend had been in an underground tomb. Of course at the time, Buffy was far too bombarded with her own insanity and self control from being free once again, that it wasn't something significant to her. It was now. This stuffy old tomb was filled to the brim with plenty of witchy stuff. Which meant more things that Buffy had to rummage through.

I just want to go home. I'm so not in the mood for any of this. After searching through all of the drawers in that small space, Buffy looked to her right to see a great pile of papers and books. Sighing heavily, she stood up and made her way to upcoming tedious task. After much investigation, and fighting off an unexpected nest of hornets, Buffy had come to the conclusion that this place was a dead end. What an absolute waste of time. Stretching, the slayer began to walk to the exit.

Buffy abruptly tripped over some rufus. She looked down to see a yellowish orb, through in this light it was hard to tell. The slayer picked it up, inspecting it with vague interest. It was incredibly familiar, and she knew she's seen this particular design before. It was a perfect sphere, with a yellow and orange hue, and looked like it had hive on the inside, while the outside was smooth. Buffy shrugged and pocketed the orb. It may be nothing, but at least she'd be leaving with physical remains.

When she was halfway through the door, she looked back at the coffin centered in the middle of the room. If Harmony was right, and Willow knew about her death, it made sense why she put a sarcophagus in her room. The one containing her ex best friend. Or maybe, they became much more than best friends. Buffy herself in the end wasn't sure how to identify the nature of their relationship. It was a bond that led to unpredictable proportions. That was partly because of Will's inevitable insanity. She felt a stab of guilt at the thought. The witch and the slayer were companions, partners, rivals, enemies... She unconsciously growled. No. That was not forged of love. It was created out of addiction and hatred.

Not wanting to think about that diseased era in her life, she exited the building. Buffy wasn't sure what Willow was trying to do, and why it involved Harmony, but she had the feeling she was going to be reunited with some interesting people again. Not necessarily a positive thing, mind you.

Buffy groaned and hailed a taxi. She didn't feel up to the usual walk home anyway.

She glared at the offending creature, "How can you dare yourself to come to me?" The other woman shrugged dismissively, "How have you been doing Amy?" She chortled.

"Exiled," She hissed. "You?"

Buffy smirked darkly. "Prison."