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I...shouldn't be here. Who was that woman? What is happening? I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[Meant to be a message sent to the Senior Partners, but is posted on the public network]

What is this?

No, seriously. What. The. Fuck?

You're out of your fucking minds.

What the hell is this?

Where are my sisters?

Piper?

Where the hell is everyone and what's going on!


Leo!

Where... where the heck?

There was a man in my bed.

Strange man.

This is... inconvenient.

If there's anybody out there who's a member of the Paranet, I could really use some help. I'm Inari, from Chicago. I was on my way to LA with to guys, and two little kids, but none of them were here with me when I woke up. I don't want to go back to Chicago.

And if you're reading this, Jake and Bobby, I really need you to text me back. Soon.

By now, I think we've all realized we're stuck here for the time being. I hope people will listen to me and not go outside at night. I'm just glad I was there in time last night to save those two teenagers. Despite what you all think, this is not just LA.

I'm Buffy Summers, and I'm going to do everything I can to keep all of you safe.

Harry.

Justine.

I need to talk to you both.

I know you're here. You have to be here. Please be here.

Talk to me.

Somehow I always knew I'd end up in hell. I just didn't expect hell to be some version of Los Angeles. Also didn't expect to be corporeal again.

Fuck me. This is god damn bull shit.

Fine. I'm Lindsey. One of the people I talked to seems to think I'm responsible for bringing you here. I'm not.

For whatever reason, the Senior Partners brought you here,, to my little corner of the world. They banished me here a couple months back. There was no one here but me for a long time. I don't know why, or how, they brought you all here, but here you are.

There's no way out. believe me, I have tried. I've had months to scour every inch of this place, and there's no fucking way out. So be grateful for the apartment, the warm bed and the smart phone they gave you.

Let me say this one more time: I did not bring you here. I do not know why you are here. I do not know how you got here. There is no way to leave this place. This is my hell, but it's not my doing.

Any questions? Ask my assistant who doesn't actually exist.

How did I-

I can't-

Hell? This can't be hell? Did I die? Did I not make it out of the Glades?

Hell. Really?

I didn't think it'd look like LA though. I don't remember dying. I remember killing someone...