After everything they had been through, the night seemed even darker. They didn’t dare light any fires for fear of drawing the demons to their new camp. Everyone was exhausted, but none of them could sleep. They were afraid; so many had died over the last couple of days.
Faith found a backpack in the luggage and began filling it with water bottles, some fruit she had found, and a chunk of boar meat. She was done waiting for the demons to come kill them off. She was going after Buffy and she was going to kill every demon that got in her way. She owed her that. Buffy was one of the only people who believed in her.
Peter noticed what she was doing and approached her. “You can’t go after them alone.”
“I can and I will.”
“You’re going to leave all of these people who need you to go look for your friend who is probably dead.”
She got up in his face, “Buffy is not dead. You don’t understand. I need to go after her.”
She looked like she was going to hit him, but instead she looked away, “Because she would do it for me. Has done it for me. If it weren’t for her I’d be dead or worse.”
“Alright, let’s go.”
“No, we aren’t going anywhere. I am going. Like you said, these people need to be protected.”
“You’re going to need help if you’re going to find the demons.” They both turned to regard Phoebe. “We can protect everyone here for a while. Peter can go help you get your friend. If I had a map of the island I could scry for her so that you know where to look, but we don’t.”
Peter tilted his head to the side slightly, “Does it have to be a real map or can it be drawn?”
She started at that, “I don’t know. I’ve never tried it on a drawn map before.”
He found a notebook and a pen in one of the bags. He then left the caves and flew up to get an aerial view of the island. When he came back down he handed the paper to Phoebe who ran and got something out of her bag. When she returned they noticed that she had what looked like a crystal necklace.
“All I need is something of hers to scry with. It’ll help me locate her.” Faith handed her one of Buffy’s shirts and she held it and the crystal over the map Peter had drawn and began rotate it clockwise. They were about to give up on it working when all of a sudden the crystal dropped on the map like a magnet. “She is somewhere in this area.” She pointed at a spot near a mountain and the sea. It was on the other side of the island.
Peter ripped the notebook out of her hand. When she turned to ask him why, she was shocked into silence. Faith saw Phoebe looking at Peter and turned to see why. His eyes were milky white and he was drawing something in the notebook. They both moved to see what it was that he was drawing and after a few minutes they realized that it was a picture of Buffy. Her arms were in shackles that were suspended above her head and she was trapped in a cage.
When he finished with that drawing he flipped the page and began another. They watched in silence as his drawing became clear. He had drawn several faces when Faith sucked in a breath. It was Willow. She was with a group of people that Faith didn’t recognize but apparently Phoebe recognized someone in there as well.
Piper saw her sister sitting with Peter and Faith, “Phoebe.” There was no answer at first. Finally Phoebe looked up and said one thing that Piper did not expect, “Leo.”
Buffy yanked at the chains holding her wrists. She had been trying for quite a while to get them loosened from the wall, but wasn’t having any luck. She was getting desperate. She needed to get back and tell them what she had found out. The two demons standing guard over her laughed. “Enjoying yourselves?” They didn’t answer. They just smiled, amused at her insistence to try and get away. They didn’t even bother trying to stop her. She was so frustrated. There had to be some way out.
What did he mean by ‘he drew us all here’? She could understand some of the people who had been on that plane having a destiny to save the world, but the rest? What was it that she was missing? There had to be some connection, right? Maybe she was over thinking it and there was no connection. Maybe they were all just good people who some demon wanted dead. Maybe this was that stupid demon’s plan. Make her think herself to death. She really needed to get out of this cage.
She decided to change tactics. She began looking around the ground for anything that might help her get out of her shackles. Finally, she found a metal pin laying on the ground. If she could get a hold of it then she could try and pick the lock. She had never tried to pick a lock before, but now seemed like a good time to start. First she would have to get that metal pin into her hand.
She slipped her shoe off and felt around for the pin. She was just an inch or two too short. She considered just giving up but decided to try one more thing. She stretched to her limits pushing her shoe so that it was in front of the pin and pulled it back with her foot. It took her a few tries but finally got it to where she could grab it with her foot. She pulled herself up and grabbed the pin from between her toes. She slid the pin into the lock mechanism and began moving it around hoping that she would get lucky and it would unlock.