”Hey again, sorry it’s been a while, but you might have noticed it’s been a little on the side of insane here. I’m not stopping for long, now that Tara’s gone to the hospital to drop off Willow and Kennedy’s stuff, then I have more time to spend with the potentials and Giles wants to go over what we’ve all learnt. This is all really mad. I wonder if I did the right thing in bringing Tara back, she doesn’t seem happy, not the way she was before. I hoped that I would be able to bring her back with a wish, but I would have thought it through because this is uncomfortable for everyone and I know that Willow is having a real problem with it all.

Hang on.

Right, Giles is yelling and the potentials sound like they’re ready to go so I better get going. “

Tara walked slowly through the tiny town of Sunnydale, every street and shop held something of her past life and she swallowed down the tears. Her mind raced with the hours and days they had whiled away in the surrounding buildings.

Without warning, her mind was washed with lyrics.

I walk along the city streets you used to walk along with me,
and every step I take reminds me of just how we used to be.

Well, how can I forget you, girl?
When there is always something there to remind me.
Always something there to remind me.

Trying frantically to push the song to the back of her mind, she cut through a short alleyway and emerged outside the Bronze. Shaking her head sadly, she knew she would have to reject her plan of using a shortcut and take the long way to the hospital.

As shadows fall, I pass a small cafe where we would dance at night.
And I can’t help recalling how it how it felt to kiss and hold you tight
Well, how can I forget you, girl?
When there is always something there to remind me.
always something there to remind me.
I was born to love her, and I’ll never be free.
You’ll always be a part of me.

Swiping fiercely at the tears that threatened to spill freely from her eyes, Tara quickened her pace but kept to the shadows, wanting more than ever to be alone. Turning left, Tara pushed open the rusted gate of Weatherly Park and made her way through the pink evening light, trees dappling the gentle hue and warming her despite the gentle drop in temperature. As she reached the small stream she froze, remembering the last time she had stood upon this very bridge. Looking out over the water, she smiled sadly, the memory warmed her heart and yet at the same time it was the beginning of the end.