#fred chat

        "Wesley, did you find that Compendium I a--" Lifting her eyes to his, the words died on her lips as she was met by his handsome face. A shy, but happy smile replaced the worry from before as she stared at him for a beat too long before dropping her gaze again. "And hi. I...I probably should have started with that..." 

"Faith? I thought you guys went to Sunnydale. --Not that it ain't nice to see you...It is. Nice to see you...But--- Is something wrong?" 

Fred was back, but she didn't have a clue why or how. Wandering the streets, she only had one thing on her mind and that was getting back to her friends. Maybe one of them had resurrected her. But these streets were all unfamiliar and nothing looked like it had in LA. Where was she?

Fred sat on the black leather couch Angel had bought recently, her legs curled under her while she scribbled down some notes on the antidote she had to prepare to stop the disease claiming the lives of so many peaceful demons. It was late and darkness set in all around her, but she couldn't bother going home. She felt safer here anyway. That's when she heard someone and looking up she saw a dark figure in the doorway, but without the lights on, she couldn't make out who it was. "Um, hi...Are you lost?"