"Well?" she asked again, cocking her head to one side.
"You don't seem too surprised to see Buffy numero deux," Xander murmured. Buffy shrugged,
boredly.
"So?" she muttered, pouting. Willow rose from her position on the bed. She didn't like the way
this conversation was going. Something about Buffy was wrong; and it unsettled her. "Would
you rather have *her* than me as a friend or something?" Buffy asked, gesturing to her clone.
Xander opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again quickly. "Fine," Buffy
snarled. Inhaling, she suddenly leapt onto the clone and began to punch her in the stomach. The
clone gasped and dived across the room to escape. Rising back to her feet, she flew through the
air and kicked Buffy in the face hard.
"This isn't your friend!" she yelled.
"How do we know she's not lying?" Xander whispered to Willow, cautiously. Willow tutted,
leant across Xander and picked up the handset of his phone.
"Call her." Xander nodded, pressing the phone against his ear and dialling Buffy's number
hurriedly. Willow nudged him, urging him to be quick.
"Hi Mrs Summers...good thanks, listen I need to speak to Buffy...it's urgent...yeah,
thanks...Buffy! Buffy? Oh god." The receiver dropped from Xander's fingers.
"Xander?" Willow shrieked anxiously over the noise of the two Buffys fighting. "W-what's
wrong?"
"There...there are three of them," he whispered. "Three Buffy's."
