Buffy stormed into Dawn's room, pulling the door open quick even that the hinges wobbled. Dawn jumped off her bed. "Are you mental?" she asked, pulled off her headphones. Buffy ignored her and made her way to the closet, tearing through it, throwing piece after piece to the floor. Dawn ran to Buffy's side. "Buffy, stop it!" she screamed, her voice becoming high pitched. Finally, Buffy found what she was looking for. "I knew it!" she shirked. She pulled a sparkly pink top out. "You stole my favorite clubbing top." Dawn stammered. Buffy grabbed something else. "Are these my jeans?!"