May 21, 2005 19:27
"We have to go. Sunnydale Memorial."
On hearing those words my mind goes into automatic. I check my pocket to make sure I have my keys, open the front door, and head to the van. Willow follows quickly, not saying another word but I can tell it's bad and not just the normal Sunnydale Memorial bad.
The squeal of my tyres far behind us now I drive as fast as I think I can get away with if I get stopped by the police. I don't see anything around me, just the road ahead. I'm not even sure if Willow speaks to me or not, not sure if I'd even want to.
Arriving at our destination, we both hurry in, with me still not sure what we're walking into, but the look on Willow's face tells me everything I need to know, and everything that I don't want to.
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