"My girl's in there," she whispered. Smiling to herself, she pulled her hood up over her slightly
burnt face. "And she's gonna pay." She stroked her fingers gently over her burns and winced at
the stinging pain that greeted her. "And this time, *she* can be number three. I think it's high time
someone else got to be The Original Buffy Summers." Poking a finger into her mouth, she
sucked, supressing a giggle. "I'll be back for you. And you'll curse the day. Bitch."

Grr. Argh.