It's cold enough and late enough that the only people in the park right now are either totally crazy or have no real choice in the matter. Buffy falls under the latter category, but sometimes, she wonders if she isn't a little bit of the former as well. Questioning her sanity is nothing new. That sort of thing tends to happen when you're the vampire slayer and your parents had you admitted as a teenager because you tried to be honest about your unfortunate destiny.
For the most part, Buffy keeps to herself as she walks through the park. Every now and then, though, she'll spot someone taking a short cut home and she'll trail behind to make sure they make it out alive. She doesn't know what it is about public grounds that makes them turn into demonic hotspots after dark, but that's the way it's always been, as far back as Sunnydale.
The person she's currently trailing is carrying a bucket. She doesn't know why, and it's none of her business. She just need to make sure that he doesn't get attacked by some undead creature on his nighttime stroll. She loses track of how long she spends following him; he seems to be in no real hurry. That's kind of annoying, but then, he can't know how much danger he could really be in. Even in a land of magic trains and suddenly appearing ski resorts, some people still don't believe in monsters.
Eventually, Buffy gets lost in thought and fails to realize that the man up ahead has stopped moving. She gets too close. Now she has to play it off like she was just walking around herself, not keeping a close eye on this man and his bucket. His bucket which is emitting a seriously nasty smell. She can't help herself; she has to ask. "What are you carrying in there, old cat litter?"
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For the most part, Buffy keeps to herself as she walks through the park. Every now and then, though, she'll spot someone taking a short cut home and she'll trail behind to make sure they make it out alive. She doesn't know what it is about public grounds that makes them turn into demonic hotspots after dark, but that's the way it's always been, as far back as Sunnydale.
The person she's currently trailing is carrying a bucket. She doesn't know why, and it's none of her business. She just need to make sure that he doesn't get attacked by some undead creature on his nighttime stroll. She loses track of how long she spends following him; he seems to be in no real hurry. That's kind of annoying, but then, he can't know how much danger he could really be in. Even in a land of magic trains and suddenly appearing ski resorts, some people still don't believe in monsters.
Eventually, Buffy gets lost in thought and fails to realize that the man up ahead has stopped moving. She gets too close. Now she has to play it off like she was just walking around herself, not keeping a close eye on this man and his bucket. His bucket which is emitting a seriously nasty smell. She can't help herself; she has to ask. "What are you carrying in there, old cat litter?"