"Buffy, you have to let me go. Blood starts it, and until the blood stops flowing, it'll never stop." Buffy looks at the girl standing before her, the girl who resembles her so much. The girl is going to jump off of the tower...somehow it will stop it; the chaos, the evil, the monsters. But Buffy can't let that happen, the world is coming to an end but she has to save the girl, if only for a few more moments.

"You know you have to let me...It has to have the blood." The girl is pleading, begging Buffy to let her go. Buffy looks at the girl, and sees herself.

And suddenly the image is gone and Buffy sees a blonde man, sitting among others. "Cause it's always got to be blood." He speaks with an English accent.

The girl is back now only this time they are in a hospital. "It's Summers' blood, just like mine." Buffy puts her hand against a large wound on her shoulder and then presses it to the girl's bloody hand.

The scene changes and Buffy speaks again. "She's me...the monks made her out of me."

Now she is standing by a fire and a primitive woman talks to her. "Death is your gift."

Buffy is back now, where she had started, on the tower, with the girl; only this time she is watching herself from above.

"Buffy. No!" The girl cries out.

"Dawnie, I have to." Buffy tries to comfort her.

"No!"

"Listen to me, please, there's not a lot of time, listen." She pleads with the girl and as Buffy looks around at the sky growing lighter she sees the air rip apart and monsters fly all around and she knows she speaks the truth.

Buffy grabs the girl by both of her arms and the girl is crying but Buffy keeps talking to her. From her position above she hears herself talking and can feel the urgency, not only in the situation, but in the emotion.

"I love you. I will always love you...But this is the work that I have to do. Tell Giles...Tell Giles I figured it out and, and I'm okay. And give my love to my friends. You have to take care of them now; you have to take care of each other. You have to be strong." A single tear rolls down Buffy's cheek, both on the platform and watching up above. "Dawn, the hardest thing in this world it to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me."

Buffy watches as she strokes the girl's face, the girl who is now sobbing uncontrollably. Buffy bends over and places a soft kiss on the girl's cheek. Buffy begins to run now, run towards the end of the platform. She is falling, slowly and softly like a feather. Falling...falling...falling.


Buffy stirred and carefully rolled over. She half expected to be on the ground, hard earth pressing into her side; but the surface was soft, comfortable. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see she was lying on a bed, white sheets beneath her, coarse white blanket above.

Buffy yawned, stretching her arms over her head and sat up. She was sore all over and she tried to work the kink out of her neck. She stopped, eyes narrowing in confusion. White walls, white door, adjustable bed with white linens, and a television mounted straight ahead.

Buffy looked down at herself; a blue and white checkered robe that opened in the back. A hospital? She hated hospitals, ever since her cousin had died. Was she sick? She didn't feel sick.

Buffy surveyed her surroundings more closely. Pictures on her bedside, wilting flowers by the window; Buffy began to move her eyes around of the rest of the room but stopped short. Did they always have bars on the windows in hospitals? Her discomfort was increasing by the moment and so she turned away, and, oh my god, She KNEW the walls weren't always padded like that.

Buffy let out a tiny yelp. She was crazy? How long had she been crazy? How long had she been here? What was the last thing she remembered? She couldn't remember; couldn't remember anything really besides a few snippets of information. She picked up the picture. She was standing with her parents, Joyce and Hank, in front of her house in LA. She knew that. She was fifteen, at least in the picture she was, but how about now?

Buffy put the picture down and looked around frantically. To her right was a remote control to adjust the bed and it had small red button in the middle. The call button. She pressed it...again, and again and again until she was pounding on the device, tears rolling down her cheeks.