Dawn sank onto the wall, rubbing her temples. Of course she couldn't make a normal friend. It had to be a Slayer. From the future. Her theory was that the longer you hung out around the weird stuff, the more attracted to you it became. Not that Mel wasn't cool or anything - she was way cool - but a Slayer from the future?
And they had literally bumped into each other. No way was this a coincidence.