Willow climbed in a window, after finding out the front door was locked. Taking in the mess that had once been neatly packed luggage, she decided to search the house. In the living room were signs of either a struggle or research, sometimes it was hard to tell. After going through the rest of the flat, she decided to look in the basement. Almost immediately, she saw the blanket covered lump on the floor. Throwing back the blanket, Willow saw the bound and apparently unconscious forms of Buffy and Giles. She immediately tried to untie them but found that no matter how hard she tried, the knots just wouldn't budge. She shook them gently to try and wake them up, but that didn't work either. Remembering something she had read in one of Giles' books she tried an awakening spell. "Sopor incedo." Almost immediately she was rewarded with a groan from Giles.

"What happened?" Buffy asked

"You--you were under some sort of spell. I think Herr Snyder had something to do with it. I saw him and that lunch lady that tried to poison the school drive away in Giles' car."

Buffy looked at Willow with a confused look in her eyes. "Miss Rosenburg? You're involved with all this too? "

"What did you expect? She was always in the library with that damn limey and his slut all the time." Giles growled.

It was now Willow's turn to look confused. "W-wwait a minute. Giles? Buffy? What are you talking about?"

Buffy started to struggle with the ropes. "I am not Miss Summers. Now if you would be so kind to untie us and tell us what the hell is going on, I’ll see to it the police go easy on you. Kidnapping is a federal offense after all."

"You're not Buffy! Who are you?" Willow gasped. "You're Principal Snyder and- and Big Bertha!" She then turned and ran up the stairs and out of the flat, barely stopping to unlock the door first.

Downstairs the two irate people she left behind were starting to realize that they weren't getting loose anytime soon. So they did the only thing they could.

"Heeelp!!"

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Buffy/Snyder knocked on the door as hard as she could. "C'mon Giles! This is like the fourth time you've been in the bathroom since we left the party."

Giles/Bertha opened the door and headed for the car. "Well I do apologise Buffy. After all, I'm only pregnant. If we're going to be in these bodies much longer, I should think it's only going to get worse."

"Well sor-ry. Geez. Remind me to never let you get pregnant again."

"Not bloody likely to happen again, trust me." Giles muttered. Then he sighed. "I'm sorry Buffy. With everything that's happened so far, I just can't seem to help acting like this."

"That's ok Giles. I keep forgetting about the hormone thing."

"It's not my hormones."

Buffy knew she wouldn't win this argument so she decided to change the subject. "Did you learn anything at the party? All I figured out is that vampire cows give strawberry milk."

"The women doing the puppet show said something about a book you found. Other than that, not much else." Then Giles did a double take. "Vampire cows? Strawberry milk?"

"Long story. A book? The only book I can think of is the one I found right before we left your place." She pulled it out of her purse. "The one you said was written by a crazy watcher. I thought it was your old girlfriend book at first. You know on account of it being a little black book and it was kinda dusty from not being used."

"Ha, bloody, ha. Let me see it." He started to read it to himself.

After about fifteen minutes, Buffy spoke up. "So are you going to tell me what it says, or do I have to guess?"

"Sorry. It's more about the first watcher and slayer. There's a bit in here about an evil brother, who was jealous of the god. He also crossed over to make sure his brother never reunited with his true love." Giles went back to his silent reading. Suddenly he turned white and slowly looked up from the book. "Oh my God. Is it possible?"

"What? Is what possible?"

"This also mentions a daughter."

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"Mother, Father, will you ever return?" she flicked her long black hair over her shoulder and petted the unicorn to hide her tears.

"One day my child, we will be here again. If you need us come to us. We will know you." Her mother smiled at her only daughter. "I hate to leave you behind daughter, but you know it must be done."

Her father smiled and wrapped his arms around her. "We will always be with you even when we aren’t. If we are needed you have the power to call us home."

Faith gasped and sat up in bed as the image faded from her mind. She felt warm, even with only the threadbare blanket covering her. Soon all she remembered from the dream was the warmth of love, and the feeling of innocence. She glanced around the prison cell and sighed.

‘I’m not meant to be in here. The time is coming when I’m meant to send them home,’ was her last thought as she drifted back into sleep. Once again she found herself standing in what could only be classed as paradise.

She approached a wise looking man sitting on a rock; his beard was tucked into his belt. She could see that if he didn’t do that he’d trip over it.

"Grandfather." Faith knelt before him, her head bowed.

"Ahh Granddaughter. I’ve been expecting you. Perhaps not as soon as this, but I have been waiting for you since they left."

"They’re forgetting, Grandfather. They’ve been in the mortal world too long. I wish to bring them home." Her violet eyes showed her determination.

Her grandfather smiled, "You know there is only one way of course?"

She nodded, "I must fetch them. I must be there when she prepares to make the journey across again. As her spirit prepares to leave I have that split second to make it across. I am the granddaughter of a god, the daughter of a god, and the daughter of a goddess. I can do this."

"But child, how will they recognise you? They’ve been long gone from here. Longer than they were here with you. You too shall forget your immortality when you are down there."

"I will take the name they gave me. To remind them of what they have never lost."

Her grandfather nodded, "Very well Faith."

Faith gasped awake again as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked over to where the person had landed after she had reacted, as she always did when someone woke her in surprise. For one nerve-racking moment she had an incredible urge to call the man in tweed "Uncle."

"Who are you? And what the hell do you want?" Faith’s voice was cold, the dream the furthest thing from her mind.

Quentin stood. "I’m Quentin Travers, and it’s time for you to come with me."

Part 5

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