As she did her routine on the boxing bag all Joya could think about was what it must feel like to be a slayer. To have all that power. To save the world. To care more about the world than your own daughter. "You okay?" her mom asked. Joya nearly jumped out of her skin. When did Mom enter? "Huh?" She started down at her bloody knuckles. Mom's hands never bled so easily. "Yeah, fine. Just practicing." Buffy smiled at her daughter. "Come here. Let me help you with your technique." Joya smiled back. Maybe her mom wasn't so bad.