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Faith's in the bar again, or maybe she never left, it's hard to say. She's finished with all her notebooks, and is now busy consuming an extraordinarily unhealthy breakfast that consists of sausage, Pop Tarts, and Red Bull. Fear. Come chat with her, if you like, but mostly, fear.

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"Sounds like a party," Faith says. "What'd you do with the cars, though? Run 'em over?"

A sly grin.

"It was fun, definitely. And landing a car on a lurk certainly kills them: that how Erin got her first.

"But flyin' over their heads and firing at them, that's the 'vantage of cars, and bikes, come to think of it. Erin took be right up over this giant snake thin and dropped me straight on to it," she accompanies this glossing of the truth with hand movements.

"It was rocketship."

"...you have flying cars?"

It's all she can say, really.

"Oh, right, you don't yet do you?" she says sheepishly.

"Yeah, flying cars are useful. When the cities can't expand anymore out, the expand up.

"Means when you get thrown off a building, you can usually find somethin' to break your fall."

Faith just stares at her. "Fuck, that's the coolest thing ever...woulda come in handy a couple times, actually. Though, you know, two-story fall ain't that bad."

"Two stories wouldn't be, would it?

"Two hundred? That might hurt even a Slayer."

"Two hundred? fuck." Faith twitches. "Yeah, that...that could be bad. 'Course, the first time I fell two stories was right after Buffy stabbed me in the gut, so that wasn't much fun, and the second time was when I busted out of the clink..."

"Yeah, it helps if you're not stabbed at the time," Mel admits. "And a fall that short, you don't get much time to plan your landing."

"There was a truck coming. I fell into its flatbed," Faith shrugs. "And the second time, there was a car parked under the window."

"Right. Use any obstacles you can to cut the fall short."

"Exactly." Faith nods. "'Course, when Buffy stabbed me, I jumped on the truck because it was moving and she was going to feed me to Angel..."

"Yeah, I guessed it was then," Mel says, thinking. "'s when you went into your coma, right?"

Faith nods. "Yeah. I had it comin', I'm not sayin' otherwise. She did what she had to do, an' stuff."

Mel nods and takes a drink of juice.

"Yeah, I know."

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