Going from one insane situation to another wasn’t exactly out of the norm for Willow, but she had expected to be moving towards exits to help Xander and Giles opening them while Buffy did her thing, not ending up in a graveyard. Not that graveyards were all that out of the norm either. Their lives were kind of weird but then Hellmouth. What could you do?
She heard Buffy’s voice ringing out in the night and turned toward it, trying to make sense of what was happening and how they had gotten to where they currently were. Because it wasn’t any graveyard she was familiar with and she knew the Sunnydale graveyards like the back of her hand. And the magic around them was eerily familiar, something she had experienced before but had blotted out of her mind, convinced herself it was all a dream because it never quite made enough sense in her head and she really hadn’t wanted her friends to lock her up because they thought she was losing her mind.
Though, considering what they all did with their free time or really all their time maybe it wouldn’t have been that farfetched.
“Do you really think yelling out to the uber bad is going to get it to do what you want?” she called out back as she made her way toward the familiar voice. “I mean you could be missing like prime footstep falls or low growls or something to tell you exactly which way to spin to do the whole stakey bit. And what bus? Why’s there a bus? How did I not get the memo on a bus? Was Xander supposed to tell me about a bus?”