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Chaos reigned on the small school bus, injured slayers slumped in seats, Andrew gazed out the window, the desert flying past him but remaining unseen as he wondered in bewildered confusion how he’d managed to get out alive.
The less badly injured tended to those in need of medical treatment.
As Rona slumped in her seat, Vi grabbed viciously at her face, knowing that she had to stay awake if she were to survive.
“Look at me! This is nothing! Stay awake! This is nothing!” she snapped, causing the young slayer to focus on her face and smile weakly.
At the back of the bus, Willow clung to the back door, her eyes scanning the rapidly vanishing town for any sign of Tara. Beside her, Xander looked just as eagerly for Anya.
As they sped faster out of town, the whole bus took a collective breath as the road behind them began disappearing into a huge crater.
“No…” Willow gasped, her voice weak and barely there. Her mind filled slowly with what she thought were random words and, try as she might, she would never be able to recall exactly what she had said.
“By the dragons light,
On this May night,
I call to thee to give me your might,
By the power of three,
I conjure thee,
To protect all,
That is loved by me,
So mote it be,
So mote it be!”
“Will?” Xander turned to her, his eyes wide with terror as he realised the implications of what they were seeing.
“It’s going to be ok?” Willow whispered softly although it was obvious from her tone that she was less than certain.
Behind them, Faith was watching the demise of Sunnydale with a mixture of fear and curiosity. Gesturing to Robin, Faith indicated for him to slow down and as they sped past the Farewell sign, Robin pulled the bus to a halt and slumped back in his seat, his own injuries were bleeding heavily and he was exhausted.
As soon as the bus had come to a halt, Willow pushed the back door open and stepped outside. In her chest, her heart raced furiously and she was torn as to whether or not to step to the edge of the mammoth crater that had once been her hometown.