Buffy was more than happy to be out of the hospital. She didn't like hospitals, she never had and was positive she never would. They were not a good place to be, and they also smelt really funny. Doctor Jones had been nice though, and having Booth around had been nice. So had gossiping and talking about movies with Kitty. Still that didn't outweigh the hospital part it self. Luckily all Buffy had left was a few minor cuts and bruises, and she still had a wrist wrap (which she only agreed to because it meant she could get out and back to the complex).
She was still confused over the attack. At least at home she had Giles and the library to explain things to her. Here nothing made any sense. Nothing at all. Not even her relationship with Booth made sense, if that even was a relationship. At least she had Willow now, even if Willow was from a few months in her future. Any Willow as a good-Willow in the Buffy books. At least she had someone to talk to about stuff, someone who made sense to her.
Buffy had been in her room at the complex, looking through the magazines Willow had given her subscriptions for and trying to figure out what the heck was so great about skinny jeans. Sure they might make slaying easier, less for the demon types to grab onto, but...they were kind of ugly. What was with all the stick thin models too? Why would someone want to look like a corpse before they were actually a corpse?
She looked up from the magazines to see that it was snowing. Buffy scrambled out of bed and looked out the window. The first and last and only time she had seen snow had been with Angel, and that had been well...magical. In all honesty Buffy wasn't a fan of snow, it was cold and wet and she'd much rather be on a beach. For some reason though she was going over to her closet, and digging around for her warmest cloths and a pair of boots. For some reason she felt the need to go out and be in the snow, even if just for a little while.
After getting dressed, Buffy slipped out of the complex, via her window. She wanted to be alone for a little while, and hoped this time Spike wouldn't be following her. Spike was the last thing Buffy needed or wanted to deal with right now. Once away from the complex she just started walking, with no destination in mind whatsoever. It was nice, to be out of the Complex, away from all the drama and everything. Just thinking about the snow, even if it did make her think of Angel, and Sunnydale (which just made her heart hurt).
She was so lost in her thoughts she didn't even notice the fact there was a puppet walking across the street from her at first (Giles would have lectured her to no end for that one). A puppet just like the ones off of Sesame Street. Buffy froze and then spun around in her tracks. She had seen a lot of strange things in her life, but this really took the cake. For a split second Buffy wondered if this meant Ethan was in town. Halloween costumes, band candy...puppets did seem to be right up his street. ...or not, Buffy found herself hoping.
What was she supposed to do? Talk to the puppet? Puppets were harmless right? They were made of felt there was no way it could hurt her? Best to be on guard, and Buffy already had a stake hidden in her coat. Not that it seemed to do much good, Kansas vamps weren't like Sunnydale vamps at all. Mostly in the fact they hardly ever showed up, actually Buffy hadn't met a single local one. There was Spike from her world, and then there was Damon and Caroline from another.
"It's a puppet, Buffy," she told herself. "What’s the worst it can do, waggle it's four fingers at you?"
Buffy sighed and crossed the street to the puppet. "Hey there, you look a little..." Buffy's eyes widened. Now that she finally got a good look at the puppet, she saw his face.
Oh God. No way, Buffy thought. This was not possible. Was it? Oh God, oh God!