"Double-sided, I'll bet," Buffy thought. She shivered, and realised that she wasn't wearing her
bootleg trousers and mauve vest top anymore. Even her cross necklace had gone. And her
jacket.

"Angel. Presents from Angel."

Instead, she seemed to be wearing a long white T-shirt, and two bands around her wrists.

"I'm in a hospital," she thought. "A hospital." Relief surged through her body, and she smiled. At
least she would be safe here. Or so she thought...

Lying back down again, she lowered her eyelids until they were almost closed so that she could
see everything going on around her, without seeming nosy. Three men entered her sight, and she
squinted up at them through her eyelashes. Two of them held clipboards and wore lab coats,
whilst the other was dressed in a dark blue suit.

"So," the man in the suit said. "What have you guys got for me?"

"About the girl...she's not a clone."

"What the...?!" Buffy thought, her relief replaced with worry.

"You mean to tell me she's the real one?" The two scientists nodded. "Well, this is even better,"
the man in the suit said, grinning excitedly and wringing his hands. "Take more specimens, and
then..." he paused, contemplating what to say, "then...we'll see."

At this, Buffy leant fully onto her back and kicked out with her legs, sending the three men
tumbling to the ground like dominoes. Thinking quickly, Buffy rolled to one side, allowing her left
arm to come free from the strap which had been tied around her chest. Rolling again to the other
side, she carefully wiggled her right arm loose, and slithered down through the buckled strap. As
soon as her feet brushed the floor, she was up and standing in her fighting stance.

"Come and get your specimens," Buffy taunted, glaring down at the three men on the floor,
unaware that the two scientists wore special security pendants, which with one press brought the
guards running...and that they'd already been summoned. "Not so cocky now, huh?" Buffy
snarled.

Suddenly the door flew open, and four burly men rushed inside. Buffy cringed as they all leapt
upon her, pinning her down to the ground by her limbs. A sharp pain in her arm announced to
Buffy that she'd just been sedated with another syringe.

"Oh brother," she whispered. "Aren't you boys big enough for violence?" Groaning, she closed
her eyelids and allowed her eyes to roll backwards beneath them.