Buffy's still trying to control the wild thudding inside her chest from all the adrenaline that came from both fear and anger.
"I'm fine, Spike." She answers, sounding strained to say the least. She's profoundly glad that he's coming to her, though. "It was... it was my mom." She's quick to correct that statement. "I mean it looked like my mom. Whatever it was."
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"I'm fine, Spike." She answers, sounding strained to say the least. She's profoundly glad that he's coming to her, though. "It was... it was my mom." She's quick to correct that statement. "I mean it looked like my mom. Whatever it was."