Buffy's voice was unmistakeable. Perfect. So was the look of disappointment she was giving Faith.
Mel stood there, pointing. She knew who this was. It was obvious. All of the Diaries, all of the stories about the little blonde slayer... She was about Mel's size, actually a little taller. Huh.
"You sure about that?" Buffy said. She took a step forward. "I feel like Buffy. I look like Buffy... Even Mel thinks I'm Buffy."
Mel sighed. She knew he had a point.
"Cept this is my dream," she corrected. "And I sure as ruttin' hell wouldn't summon up a slayer to fight. I'm not completely nuts."
Buffy shifted, changed, and turned into a fluffy rabbit. Its nose twitched.