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Willow raised her head and peered cautiously upwards as she heard the smashing of glass. A fist
had struck through the window, cracking the entire pane. The next thing Willow knew, she was
being dragged out of the newly made exit by a pair of slender hands.
"Girl hands," she murmured dazedly.
"Yeah." Willow glanced up and saw Buffy's face swimming before her eyes.
"Buffy?"
"Uh...we have to get outta here." She hauled Willow to her feet, and brushed glass from her hair.
"Can you run?"
"I think so." Clutching Willow's wrist, Buffy attempted to yank her forwards, but she resisted.
"Listen kiddo, if you don't start spinning those legs like Speedy Gonzale I'm gonna have to leave
ya somewhere." Willow looked up at Buffy confusedly. "I'm a one person train. No carriages."
"Who are you?" Willow whispered.
"Buffy. Apparently." She pulled Willow's arm again. "Once we're someplace safe I'll tell you. I
promise." Willow nodded, inhaled a deep breath of cool air, and then began to run.
