02 | Location: Wandering | And in your soul they poked a million holes
It had driven her out of the house that morning.
There had been a whisper that drifted into her just-waking consciousness, a familiar voice that felt as comfortable as anything had ever been.
"Wake up, Buffy. You're going to be late..." There's a touch of a hand on her head, smoothing back hair, and Buffy leans into the contact, mostly still asleep.
"...Mom?" She opens sleep-blurred eyes to an empty room and only a faint lingering sense of something having just left the room.
It only takes her about ten minutes to hurriedly get dressed and flee the place, not even stopping to tell Willow where she was going. Not that she knew, really -- everything is still so new, and it doesn't take long for Buffy to be completely lost.
It's cold, and snowy, and Buffy is stopped and looking at what seems to be a reindeer sauntering past. It's already shaping up to be a weird and unsettling day.
There had been a whisper that drifted into her just-waking consciousness, a familiar voice that felt as comfortable as anything had ever been.
"Wake up, Buffy. You're going to be late..." There's a touch of a hand on her head, smoothing back hair, and Buffy leans into the contact, mostly still asleep.
"...Mom?" She opens sleep-blurred eyes to an empty room and only a faint lingering sense of something having just left the room.
It only takes her about ten minutes to hurriedly get dressed and flee the place, not even stopping to tell Willow where she was going. Not that she knew, really -- everything is still so new, and it doesn't take long for Buffy to be completely lost.
It's cold, and snowy, and Buffy is stopped and looking at what seems to be a reindeer sauntering past. It's already shaping up to be a weird and unsettling day.