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Okay, so far so...ridiculously quiet. Better than the civilians milling about, she guessed. If they were civilians. You could never really tell and it wasn't like running up against crazy shit didn't make someone into something else completely.
Case in point: Willow. Who would've thought, huh?
Man, speaking of which, she hoped no one back home was wasting their time looking for her when they had another apocalypse on their hands. For whatever the count was. Four or five times now? God help her if she knew. The Fire and Brimstone Daily didn't exactly deliver to prison, but Angel had dropped by sometimes with updates. So how're you doing? By the way, Sunnydale is showing signs of being sucked into another hell dimension again.
It was weird to think of herself as someone to be missed and a part of her thought, Nah, who would bother?, but that wasn't true, and she knew that, too.
Anyway, she just didn't want the world to end. She definitely didn't want it to end while she was stuck in an empty dark hallway. Missing out on all the fireworks wasn't cool. Every Slayer bit the bullet sooner rather than later, so it was really more of a case of finding a banging wicked way for it to happen.