PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Hi there! I'm Willow. Willow Rosenberg. I was here before and had to leave for a while. I'm back now, though. Just in time for the monsoon season, it seems, too. I suppose I really shouldn't be surprised by now.

Okay! I am just more than a little ticked off right now. Who had the nerve to break into my mansion and try to burn it down?! I want names. You should never cross a Luthor. And you're about to learn why.

Whoever is responsible... I want my wife back. Now! Also, you should know that my attorneys will be in contact. I hope you're ready for jail time and the loss of everything you own. See, the police tend to frown pretty heavy on arson, breaking and entering, vandalism, kidnapping and mass murder..

You know, it’s really sort of funny when I think about it… I’ve never hated somebody so much that I can do nothing but think of all the different fabulous ways that I could possibly consider killing that fucking job snatching, girlfriend stealing asshole by. I mean seriously… I could rip out his throat, rip out his lungs, tie him up and cut off his limbs in a slow, painful process, which would eventually end him, of course. Although, just leaving him immobile might be fun. I bet he wouldn’t be playing hero without a set of legs…

But anyway, I guess I should consider not ranting about all of my problems when this city obviously has a bunch of their own to worry about. It would seem to be raining nonstop and I can’t say that I particularly enjoy that, but I don’t know… I suppose that I can deal with it. It is better than being dead, after all.

I love being alive. But I do really need to find a job… I don’t suppose anyone around here needs an exceptionally talented photographer?

... Oh hey! I think I found five dollars under this chair. Too bad it’s not going to buy me a hotel room. Too bad, too bad. Not everyone can be shrouded in luck, or so I’ve been told.

Okay...this is going to sound a little weird, but I promise I'm not crazy. Um...did the afterlife get renovated or something? Because otherwise I'm not dead...and I'm kind of sure I was.

This is not what I thought would happen after...

Where am I? This looks like Los Angeles. Is this some kind of a joke?

I'm really confused...

This...this isn't right.

This city is in far too great of condition to possibly even be Los Angeles, despite the darkness and the rain. A good portion of the city was decimated during the Eve Wars and was never reconstructed, due to the intensity of earthquakes increasing with each year... Frankly, I'm surprised the area hasn't already toppled off into the Pacific Ocean.

All of that aside...how in the world did I get here? I don't recall coming to California, let alone the North American continent. I wasn't even on the planet. I was on L4 for a conference...

I'd sing that raindrops song, but I feel that's a tad bit inappropriate, given the mood of this place. Though, if I see Steve Carell and Morgan Freeman float by on a huge freakin' boat? I'm totally checking myself into a psycho ward to get my sanity tested. this is getting seriously retarded

Not that it isn't really great that people are finding others that they thought were lost forever and all...

but...I miss him.

How can all of these other people come back and Wesley is still dead and gone?

I did not think that I would be back so soon, thank you, wretched swine.