She was tired.Buffy slipped on a pair of clean jeans and tossed her traveling clothes into the pile for laundry.
It was nice to get away for a few days, she thought. But for some reason the bus trip from L.A. had seemed longer this time. It might have something to do with Sunnydale being unstuck in time.
Time.
She looked at the clock. It was too early for patrol. She pulled on a fresh t-shirt and prepared to make her way downstairs. Maybe a little snack would help.
All at once, there was a great flash and a rushing sound of air displaced.
The light in the room was suddenly of a better quality and there was a sharpness to everything. Even the colors of the wallpaper seemed fresh and vibrant. The atmosphere itself felt vitalized as if she could fill her lungs for the first time. Her tiredness simply melted away.
Buffy turned and there standing in her bedroom was an angel... not Angel.... but rather an angel. The snow wing variety.
"Your destiny has only just begun, Buffy Summers!" declared the being. His voice echoed with a clarity that thrilled the blood, a quality of gentleness that dispelled doubt.
Terrific, thought Buffy, but just once I'd like 'Destiny' to knock and use the door.
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