021 [action & accidental voice]
[Terrible dreams drive the Slayer out of her bed. Out of her house. This afternoon, it's only a deep nap that is disturbed; however, the last few days of Buffy's recovery have seen her often wake with a start. Nightmarish images of robots and holding cells have set her on edge. Just my imagination, she insists. Or more likely, me being paranoia-girl.
Either way, she seeks peace in the clear and increasingly crisp evenings. Tonight? She stands on the bridge near house forty-seven, leaning lightly against the rail. She is waiting patiently for the chance to see familiar faces or to indulge herself in new ones. Her journal is sitting precariously at her elbow and the General's locket is dangling from her fingers. Buffy is talking to herself and it's being recorded.]
Such a little thing--probably means nothing.
Either way, she seeks peace in the clear and increasingly crisp evenings. Tonight? She stands on the bridge near house forty-seven, leaning lightly against the rail. She is waiting patiently for the chance to see familiar faces or to indulge herself in new ones. Her journal is sitting precariously at her elbow and the General's locket is dangling from her fingers. Buffy is talking to herself and it's being recorded.]
Such a little thing--probably means nothing.