No. 34 - Tune
It just won't get out of her head, the windy little tune of whatever it was playing on the radio when she left the house. Her steps settle into the rhythm and she can't stop herself from from pausing just on that one beat and... BAM out goes the stake, hitting the guy trying to sneak up on her from around the nearest tombstone.
Dust falls to match the last crescendo of notes and Buffy keeps walking, hoping that maybe this'll help her brain move to whatever's next on the mental playlist. Or at least reset back to watchful silence.
Dust falls to match the last crescendo of notes and Buffy keeps walking, hoping that maybe this'll help her brain move to whatever's next on the mental playlist. Or at least reset back to watchful silence.