”I guess I’d fallen asleep at some point and forgotten to draw the drapes. The sun streamed in through the window and woke me up. I wasn’t best pleased but then I realised that the wish should have come true and leapt from the bed. As soon as my feet touched the floor, I could hear Kennedy and Willow yelling and calling each other. It sounded like I’d woken up in a fun house!”

“Kennedy, look at this one!”

“Willow, where are you?”

“I’m in the bedroom!!”

“Suddenly that’s not useful information, which one?!”

“Well, the one with a bed in it!” Willow giggled as she replied. “Erm, the pink one!”

“You can’t be in the pink one! I’m in the pink one!”

“Morning!!” Buffy yelled into the mix!

“Oh my goddess, Buffy, is this what you wished for?” Willow yelled back in the direction she thought Buffy’s voice had come from.

“Try and get to the living room and we’ll sort everything out, you too Kennedy!” Buffy called.

As the fragmented group found their way to the living room, they were greeted by Spike, who was sitting on the couch, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.

“You think you can make any more noise?” he asked sarcastically as Willow and Kennedy emerged from different directions. “You two are enough to wake the bloody dead!” he complained, taking a long draw on his smoke and dropping ash on the carpet.

“Buffy’s gonna flip when she sees you smoking inside!” Willow told him, the giggle in her voice still evident.

“Yeah, whatever!” he replied and returned his attention to the television.

As Buffy found her way down the main flight of stairs, she paused to answer the heavy knocking at the front door. “Morning Xand!” she greeted her friend cheerfully and pulled back the door to allow him and Anya to enter.

“Is it just me, or does the house look bigger this morning?” he asked as he looked around the ground floor quizzically. Willow and Kennedy giggled,

“Yeah, about three stories bigger!” the potential told him.