Who: Jo, Dawn, Avery, and Wesley
Where: Wes' new house
What: Jo, Dawn, and Avery arrive at Wes' place, hoping that Wesley can help Jo with her mystical problem.
When: Evening, after talking to Buffy and Spike
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And I bleed, I bleed, And I breathe, I breathe no more... )
"Yeah. Great," she whispered, her eyes glazed over. She allowed Dawn to lead her to the front of the couch where she sat down.
The entire world had just changed. Suddenly, things that weren't supposed to be real were a part of her life. Were a part of who she was.
Ugh. Not had all of the oxygen been sucked out of the room, but the walls were starting to close in on her, too. This information was too much. Her brain couldn't handle it. It was going to explode, and leave little brainy parts all over the pretty library walls...
Suddenly a tissue box was in her hands, and Wesley was trying to comfort her...kind of. Before she could respond to him, a voice rang throughout the house. Within moments, she was being introduced to a woman. A visionary.
Jo found herself standing on her wobbly-Bambi-legs again. This was becoming all too real. And talking to this woman, it would make it that much more real. And she couldn't handle that. She couldn't deal with any of this. Why had she come here? Before she had hoped that these visions were a result of some supernatural occurence, because then she wasn't crazy. But she had never really realized what that meant, what it would mean for her life. How it would change how she saw everything (no pun intended).
She couldn't handle this.
She spoke softly still, "You know what? I shouldn't be here anymore. I need to go...clear my head. I appreciate all of your help. I just...can't do this."
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