[ three sheets of paper. she hasn't written anything on them yet; no names, even though she knows who she wants to write to.
Willow. Xander. Giles. her mom.
she holds her pen between her teeth and stares down at the first sheet of paper. she knows what she wants to say-- the question she wants to ask... most of all.
what happened? what happened... to me?
she keeps meaning to find Faith and she keeps meaning to find Spike but she doesn't really want to talk to either of them. not about this. and Angel -- Angel is from her time, he won't know.
but as she hugs herself, she thinks: maybe it would be nice to see him anyway. stupid Buffy; stupid, stupid Buffy. don't you know better than this? ]