Who: Buffy and Johnny What: Meetings Where: Courtyard When: Now Rating: TBD (probably PG-13-R for some scary images and language)
Carefully folding each article of clothing, Buffy Summers sighed inwardly. This wasn't exactly what she had in mind when her mother had asked her if she wanted some time to herself. She really didn't even need it. There were people out there who needed her help, but no one seemed to understand that. Her friends, Sunnydale, they could all be in danger and where was the slayer? Well, locked up at the funny farm. And what about Angel? Did he still love her? Was he still going to be there to help? Shaking her head, B sat down the pair of socks she was holding. Collapsing on the floor she folded her arms over her knees and began to weep un-controllably. Well wasn't this a sight? The all mighty vampire hunter broken down like a child and crying. Shaking and sniffling Buffy sat there, head buried in her arms. Tears of frustration and loneliness kept flowing like the River Styx.
Un able to stay in this room any longer, Buffy leaped to her feet and tore down the hall. Almost knocking down an orderly, she ducked beneath a shelf and peeked around the corner. This place was ever so big and it smelled like her grandparent's house. A smell that used to comfort little child Buffy was now making her stomach churn. A light was ahead. Maybe some fresh air would do the poor girl some good. Bursting into the sun, tears now some what dried, she took a deep breath and fell onto a bench.