River had left Berthold safe under Buffys bed, with a tub of ice cream next to him.

She had her voice back. The evil gentlemen were gone. The weather was nice. It was a good day.

River climbed up a tree and began to sing.

It was cold. River pulled Tyler's arm closer around her but that didn't work. She opened her eyes.

It was foggy and she was in the woods, sleeping on the ground next to Tyler. Now fully awake, she appreciated the last part of the current situation and smiled as she turned to look at him. She let her fingers play with his hand. Yesterday evening, ( Read more... )

River had managed to get hold of a camera. Not good for her economy. Simon would have to sell off some more stolen medicines to finance it. But it was fun. Especially photographing animals, both dead and living.

Trees weren't that comfortable. River blinked and turned around, curling up against the tree trunk. The bad thing about falling asleep out of doors was that you didn't feel rested when you woke up. Especially not with a tree root under your back. It had been a really stupid idea.

She sat up and yawned.