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The girl continued walking for several minutes, a bit of a cheerful skip in her step. Before long, the sound of running water in the distance reached her ears. They were making good time, weren't they?

"There's a stream ahead that we'll have to cross," she explained, looking over at Tenzen as she walked. Even though the guy looked strong and competent, she had to wonder how agile a man that big could be. "It's not too deep, and there are stones we can step on, so it's not that hard to cross, though," she added, though she couldn't help but give the man a curious look before turning to face ahead again.

Oh well. She'd find out soon enough whether he could do it or not.

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Okay, so far so...ridiculously quiet. Better than the civilians milling about, she guessed. If they were civilians. You could never really tell and it wasn't like running up against crazy shit didn't make someone into something else completely.

Case in point: Willow. Who would've thought, huh?

Man, speaking of which, she hoped no one back home was wasting their time looking for her when they had another apocalypse on their hands. For whatever the count was. Four or five times now? God help her if she knew. The Fire and Brimstone Daily didn't exactly deliver to prison, but Angel had dropped by sometimes with updates. So how're you doing? By the way, Sunnydale is showing signs of being sucked into another hell dimension again.

It was weird to think of herself as someone to be missed and a part of her thought, Nah, who would bother?, but that wasn't true, and she knew that, too.

Anyway, she just didn't want the world to end. She definitely didn't want it to end while she was stuck in an empty dark hallway. Missing out on all the fireworks wasn't cool. Every Slayer bit the bullet sooner rather than later, so it was really more of a case of finding a banging wicked way for it to happen.