They waited together for the ambulance. Xander sat next to Cordelia and Willow hovered on the stairs, wanting desperately to undo it all, to go back in time and have it never have happened.
To be bowling, laughing at the funny shoes—with Oz.
If only there was a spell that would do that. But even if there was, she wouldn’t be able to work it. Look what had happened when she tried to delust herself.
Everyone had found out anyway, and now everything was awful.
She waited while the paramedics lifted Cordelia off the spike and carried her on a board up to the ambulance, while they looked at Xander’s head and packed him into the ambulance as well.
She waited while the police officer who had come with the ambulance scolded her, as the only uninjured person, for playing in abandoned buildings like a bunch of reckless kids.
And she didn’t know what to say. Not to Oz, not to Cordelia, not to Xander, not to the police.
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