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We were going home! I was going to go home! I wasn't going to have to live in a demon hell dimension anymore! I wasn't going to have to run for my life every day and make sure I had enough food to eat and the food I was going to eat wasn't going to be tree bark anymore! We were getting the heck out of Pylea and I was so happy that I was giddy with excitement.
When we came out of the portal, Los Angeles looked a lot different than I remembered. Then it was very clear we weren't in Los Angeles, but another demon dimension, when a bunch of people and demons came rushing into the room we'd crashed into. Angel and Cordelia and Wesley and Faith and Gunn all started talking and yelling and asking questions. I didn't want to know where we were. I just wanted to go home. I wanted some tacos and a warm bed and a real bath in a real shower.
They were all talking at the same time, and after Faith told me to 'be cool', I just sat very quietly in the backseat hoping no one would notice me. Because, the less you're noticed, the less likely you are to lose your head. I'd torn a piece of my sleeve off and pressed it against Lorne's head so it would stop his bleeding and then curled up in the floorboard in the back of the car. Maybe this was all a dream and if I went back to sleep and woke up again, I would wake up, safe and happy in Los Angeles.
When we came out of the portal, Los Angeles looked a lot different than I remembered. Then it was very clear we weren't in Los Angeles, but another demon dimension, when a bunch of people and demons came rushing into the room we'd crashed into. Angel and Cordelia and Wesley and Faith and Gunn all started talking and yelling and asking questions. I didn't want to know where we were. I just wanted to go home. I wanted some tacos and a warm bed and a real bath in a real shower.
They were all talking at the same time, and after Faith told me to 'be cool', I just sat very quietly in the backseat hoping no one would notice me. Because, the less you're noticed, the less likely you are to lose your head. I'd torn a piece of my sleeve off and pressed it against Lorne's head so it would stop his bleeding and then curled up in the floorboard in the back of the car. Maybe this was all a dream and if I went back to sleep and woke up again, I would wake up, safe and happy in Los Angeles.