Where: The School Bus
When: Evening. Post-Apocalyptic Battle
Letting her eyes glaze over, Buffy watched out the window of the school bus as the road and trees passed. She couldn't believe that barely hours before, she was in the fight of her life. The fight that could have truly ended her life, her friends' lives, and the rest of the world. But, she had beat back the rising darkness. Again. And now she had an army of Slayers to fight whatever was coming next. And there always was something next. As cliche as it sounded, there was no rest for the wicked.
She saw a sign that read Los Angeles 53 miles.
They'd be there soon. For a pit stop at least. She wasn't sure if she was ready to live in Los Angeles again. It was a little too...crowded. And it wasn't really her city. That was always part of her problem. She had to be number one wherever she was. But...she didn't think she could ever be the one anymore. Or at least the one and only. She had to share everything with hundreds, maybe thousands of other girls. If that was so, then why did she still feel such a heavy burden? The world wasn't hers alone to carry anymore. Then, why did she feel so--she couldn't even really describe it. Empty maybe? Maybe.
She glanced around at the bus full of people. Girls were sleeping or nursing wounds, and her friends looked simply exhausted. She couldn't blame them. She was exhausted. She wanted to take Faith's idea and sleep for a week, but she couldn't. She could never rest. She could never relax. No rest for the heroes either.
Plus, everything was so different now. And everything needed taking care of.
Los Angeles 47 Miles.
They'd be there soon.