It's The End Of The World As We Know It

Buffy realized what she had to do. She turned and looked at her sister, her expression serene.

"Buffy ... no!" Dawn realized her sister's intentions.

"Dawnie, I have to."

"No!"

"Listen to me. Please, there's not a lot of time, listen."

Buffy grabbed Dawn by the upper arms and talked to her, ignoring the tears that started to fall. Lightning crackled behind them.

She stroked the side of Dawn's face, then kissed her on the cheek. Dawn continued to cry.

Buffy turned and ran down the platform as Dawn stood there crying. Buffy dove off the end of the platform and into the portal.

... and found herself standing in front of a half-destroyed brick building.

"I shouldn't be surprised that there is a library in hell."

Tara had been in her dorm room with Willow, desperately trying to find a spell that could stop all the weird weather in California and the rest of the world. Then the air had literally torn open and a powerful force had ripped her from Willow's arms. She lost consciousness at some point, and when she woke up, she found herself lying on concrete. Dazed, she stood, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings. The road in front of her torn up and covered with rubble from collapsing buildings, but when she turned around, she found a building that looked relatively intact and museum-like. Hoping to find something that would tell her where she was, she headed towards it.

She tentatively walked up the steps and passed through the front doors and moved through the quiet, dark entrance hall. There was no one at the desk marked "Information Center," and the phone she found there didn't work. She moved further into the museum and turned left down a corridor, casting a spell to light her way.

The first exhibit she stumbled across was a history of shoes. She smiled a little, thinking Buffy would enjoy it. If, you know, the world wasn't ending outside.

[Game on! Open to any in the MFA/Back Bay group! Feel free to stumble into the MFA or holler from the outside.]