It also showed him the things Buffy had done. When he focused, he could see inside her head as she burned that gymnasium at her old school and how all the vampires inside were engulfed in flames before collapsing into piles of ash. He watched as she kissed Angel goodbye and then plunged that sword into his stomach as he was swallowed up by the vortex and taken down to hell. From what Whistler had said, though, it seemed like Angel might be making a return in the near future.

Demons of his kind were also given a magical power to teleport to any place they wanted as long as it was in the present. They could only travel back or forward in time in their minds or someone else's. Once history was written, there was no way to rework it. That was why they were chosen to be sent to Earth to try and right people's wrongs before anything drastic happened. If he didn't find Buffy in time and the hellmouth somehow opened, all of Whistler's work along with everyone else's would have be in vain, and there would be hell to pay... literally.

Standing at one of the gates, he closed his eyes and allowed his mind to travel back until a time when Buffy herself had stood there, wracking her brain for an idea of where to go. She'd called her father from a payphone and assured him that she was all right and he should tell her mother the same. Then she quickly hung up and walked away. The next image he saw was a large neon sign reading 'LA Motel.' Very original.

Taking a deep breath - Yes, some demons were able to breathe - he blocked his mind to everything else but that place and vanished into thin air.

Until then, there wasn't much for her to do. LA was a very high profile city, and a lot of people knew her there. If she went outside it was very probable she'd run into one of her old friends or her parents', and then they'd want to know why she was there and was she travelling by herself... It was too much of a hassle to deal with, but still she remained in the city. It gave her an odd sense of belonging, even though Sunnydale was really home now. She just had so many wonderful memories...

Things were only beginning for her vampire-wise when she lived there. Now they were ending. With her missing in action Giles would inevitably call the Watcher's Bureau or maybe it was just some weird sensing thing that only they could feel. She didn't really know.

He might try to take her place for a little bit, but it wouldn't work out. He would never admit it, but he was far past his prime. Physically, at least. He could never take on the slayer's duties alone.

A knock on the door broke her from her thoughts of home, and she groaned. It was a good thing since she hadn't stopped thinking since her arrival, but she didn't feel up enough to get it.

"Come back later," she muttered, semi-awake.

It was time for her to take yet another nap. That was all she really felt like doing, besides berating herself for murdering her only love...

The knocking continued and she yelled, "Come back later!" turning over onto her stomach and covering her head with a pillow. But still it continued.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Buffy crushed the pillow against her head, but she could still hear that relentless knocking. It was driving her crazy!

Finally, she got herself up and padded to the door to answer it and give the person behind it a piece of her mind. Boy, was she in for a shock when it opened and Principal Snyder stood before her.

"Oh, God, I'm having a nightmare..."