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Faith walks down the hallway. The bare wooden floors and dark purple wallpaper make it narrow and hard to cast light. It seems to be never ending, but she knows that if she takes one more step, she’ll reach the door she’s looking for. So Faith sprints. She runs down the hallway, her footsteps muffled by the red carpet, reaching the glowing door, and throws it open.
“Come along,” Mother says. She’s wearing a dark jean jacket and black converse. They’re Faith’s clothes. Mother leads her to a sunny meadow where there’s a picnic all laid out. The picnic Faith had planned before the accident. Faith looks up at the sky to see the moon shining its rays down onto the red and white checked blanket. Mother takes Faith’s hand in hers to lead her to the feast.
“Where are you taking me?” Faith squeezes Buffy’s hand as she looks back at her. Faith can tell Buffy’s eyes are squeezed shut, even with the blindfold Faith had put on her. Buffy’s forgone her usual fighting clothes for a blue sundress to match Faith’s pink one. She looks perfect.
“Almost there, baby,” Faith tells her. They sit on the picnic blanket and Faith tugs Buffy onto her lap. The blonde comes willingly but ends up pushing Faith into the mess of pillows she has on her bed. Their shirts are laying on the foot of the bed, but their jackets are still on.
“Did you like the ceremony?” Buffy asks.
“I guess.”
“You weren’t paying attention, were you?”
Faith smiles and puts her hands on Buffy’s hips. “I was more focused on you.”
Buffy links her hands behind Faith’s neck and leans to whisper into her ear. “You have to wake up.”
Faith frowns and blinks.
When her eyes open, she’s laying in a hospital bed. The monitors are beeping incessantly. Faith hears someone call, “She’s awake! Get the doctor!” She opens her lips to call for Buffy, but she knows she’s not there. Faith wants to go back to the dream.