Jan. 29th, 2012

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Buffy can't help but muse upon the unfairness of the universe in general, sitting on the curb across from the very familiar house.

There'd been those blinking arrows on her tablet since she'd arrived, and so one afternoon she decides to find out where it led. Taking the Orbis line, she keeps her focus mostly on the tablet, with the occasional glance around to make sure she wasn't going to run into something, or someone.

And then she was there, and everything shifts, like the world has shaken itself free and then settled back.

And so she sits rather ungracefully on that cold concrete, barely feeling it. The universe, she's decided, has a wicked sense of humor that is rarely funny to anything other than itself. No more evident than when she's sitting in front of what appears to be her mother's house, seemingly destroyed when Sunnydale fell into a gaping cavern.

Whole, complete, and Buffy just can't make herself walk up those front stairs, cross that porch, and find out what might be inside.

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