The home was not empty. Two recently returned residents were in the middle of arguing. A short petite slayer was marching out of Buffy's room, adorned in a New Feather dress, and looking terribly cross.

"Forget it. That's not going to happen. I can dress myself perfectly fine, thank you. Not like I can't work out how to take those things off myself. Putting them on? I can manage that too."

Something was not quite right with "her" accent.