"Those bastards'd raise hell to show a slayer a 'good' eighteenth. I'm surprised they ain't force you outta that coma," Nikki laughed. Bernard had tried as hard as he could to get her out of hers and it hadn't worked. They'd both been relatively amazed she'd survived. Almost five years later she could laugh about it, but it hadn't been very funny back ten.
"Huh, that explains the hole in the ground." She'd heard all about the giant pit in the earth that'd used to be Sunnydale. "Guess you can't do that to Cleveland. Not that Cleveland's worth shit, but the people count for somethin'." Nikki didn't know much about Ohio, except for that it wasn't New York and she'd never rated anything outside Manhattan very high. Typical lifetime New Yorker view.