"Are you sure this is the place? I mean, it could have been that other forest fifty miles back." Willow added curiously as they all stood in the middle of a clearing.

"Quite." Was all Giles said, as he too looked around. The weather was more chilled than that in the city but not threatening enough to see your breath.

Turning around abruptly, Buffy flung her arms outwards and said, "What was it exactly that the tyrants said, Giles?"

"Only that all of us, including, for some reason, Dawn, are to be here at percisely two in the afternoon to watch out for unusual happenings." Giles said a matter a factly.

"Well, it's," Xander checked his warch," ten til. So," turning to Buffy and Willow who were seperated from the rest of the group; himself, Giles, Anya, Tara, Dawn and Spike, who was hiding out from the sun in Giles' car, "we wait?"

"Lets get the popcorn and set up the tents." Buffy started back to the cars, Willow in tow.

"Uh," Anya raised her hand as if she were in class, needless. "Tents?"

"Yeah, uh, those substitute houses with poles and stakes to hold it up. Tents." Xander explained a little sarcastically.

"No one said anything about...Tents," Anya protested, flustered by the mere thought.

"Honey," Xander began. "Camping usually intails tents. Thats the whole point of it. Adventure; fire, marshmellows, ghost stories, tents." he gave her a wicked and descrete look, "sleeping bags."

"Oh, well. When you put it that way."

* Nine Minutes Later * Willow, Tara and Dawn were setting up their sleeping bags in their five men REI tent, chatting about their day, yesterday. It being a weekend, Saturday, now, Dawn was able to finally complain about this year's prom queen bitch, now that Cordelia had graduated.

"Did you know that just being the class of '99's freak's sister automatcially makes me one? None of the decent guys will even talk to me. They're too afraid. Only the weirdos aren't. They think it's cool to be in danger like the kind that Buffy has mysteriously gotten into." Throwing her pillow at the head of her sleeping back she takes a deep breath. "They say it's a rush." With a roll of the eyes she continues. "Yeah. It's a rush alright. Razor sharp toothed vampires after you 24/7, what fun." She lays down and heaves a breath.

"I remember this guy Buffy went out with. Once. I think his name was Owen. He was sute; blond, dark eyes, and tall." Willow chuckled at the whole memory. "Buffy faked an interest in Emily Dickenson. he admitted that he thought she was just a regular slacker and had no interest in the library other than socializing."

"Really?" Dawn bolted up, laughing.

Willow finished up the last of setting up and turned to Dawn, sitting on her calfs. "Yep. he almost got himself killed, too. Oh, and get this. It was Buffy who broke it off." It was then that Tara's eyes popped wide and aware to the conversation.

Although she did not say anything she highly agreed with Dawn when she said, "Wow."

"Exactly." Willow slipped on her shoes. "Lets go."

As they stepped out of the tent another carpulled up. A forest green cherokee. Those who exited the car were highly familiar and then rather astrange. "Who is that?" Tara whispered in Willow's ear.

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