Who: Dawn Summers, OPEN Where: Some library When: Saturday, afternoon Rating: Should be PG-ish
There were things that Dawn had trouble wrapping her head around. Things she simply rather would not think about because thinking about them made the wheels in her head spin to the point of almost falling off. She was losing control. She knew that. She filtered in and out of reality in her sleep. What she had passed off as mere dreams before were not. They were too real, too tangible, and you don't come back from dreams with souvenirs. Unconsciously she touched a finger to one such thing, a pale blue thread tied around her wrist. So you'll always have a way to me her mom had said while tying the thread to Dawn's wrist.
Dreams didn't do that, no matter how much she wanted it to be simply a dream.
If it wasn't a dream then that meant it could get worse. It meant she could simply be vanishing from her human shell. She wasn't real. And nothing anyone could say to her changed that. Sure she felt real, she had emotions and loved people, she hated people. She got hungry, she could get hurt, she cried and she laughed. But underneath it all she was just energy. A key. Something made. Something made in the shape of human but not quite. It was getting harder and harder to forget that part of her.
The only brightside was the thought that it could be used to help. That maybe she could find Willow, their Willow, lost somewhere in the worlds she slipped between. And that was why she was holed up in a back corner of the library, books piled up on all sides of her. Everything from human anatomy to theories on interdimensional travel and comic books. Somewhere there had to be an answer, a way to control where she went when she left this realm. A map of sorts, a way to find Willow.