Paperwork.

Council meetings.

Tracking down new Slayers.

Training new Slayers.

Housing assignments.

Health care.

Rampant teenage hormones.

Endless planning for the future.

Endless disagreements about the future.

Building new headquarters.

Preventing new apocalypses.

Dawn growing up.

Dawn dating.

Finding a grey hair among the blonde.

Finding a second grey hair.

Missing gossip over mochas instead of important decisions over tea.

Missing laughter among the horror.

Missing defeating villains instead of rebuilding an institution she always hated.

Missing Xander, Oz, Anya, Tara, Cordelia, Angel, Spike.

"What's wrong, Buffy?" Willow set down the reports.

"Sometimes I wish we were back in Sunnydale."

~end~