As soon as she had seen Willow and the woman who turned out to be Kennedy in the back yard, she knew instantly that the redhead had started to move on with her life.

Walking slowly down the stairs, she sighed sadly, “I want you to start moving on and you finally do it when I come back.” she whispered before turning into the kitchen and began washing Willows breakfast dishes.

Stepping into the lunchtime light, Kennedy took a deep breath and began the long walk towards the high school. As she made her way up the steps of the newly rebuilt school she sighed and wondered how many of the students realised the danger that surrounded them and the apocalypse that hung like a cloud over them.

Pushing open the door to the guidance office, she stepped inside and looked around quickly. A small cubicle announced that its occupant should be Buffy Summers but after a rapid search failed to produce the slayer she turned and walked headlong into an older woman. 

“Can I help you?” the woman asked politely as she looked Kennedy up and down.

“Yeah, I need to see Buffy.” Kennedy told her, forcing a smile.

“Oh I’m sorry, Buffy isn’t in today, but if you want to have a talk then you can come to me.” she offered supportively.

“I don’t think you can help me with what I got going on!” Kennedy told her genuinely.

“Well, my cubicle is always open!” the older woman smiled.

Nodding her thanks, Kennedy turned and left the building quickly.

Deciding that coffee and a pastry would help her focus, she turned left and headed towards the shopping precinct.

“Hey!” Willow said as she entered the kitchen.

Tara had finished washing and drying the dishes and was busying herself in tidying away the things that the potentials had left lying around. Looking up, she smiled warmly as the redhead entered. “Hey.” she echoed.

Silence hung in the kitchen for many minutes before Tara finally spoke up.

“So, what’s she like really?” she asked, trying to hide the sadness in her tone.