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[This is a very comfy forest, really. The sunlight's warm, and Katie curls up near a fallen branch and near faceplants into a patch of new spring flowers and waits for Snow White to maybe come dancing through her dreams, or Bambi, or maybe a couple rebel fighters on an awesome speeder bike chase that she can help with. Ewoks, even. Look, it's her dream, okay. She'll will one of these things into existence if she can manage it.

It takes her a long while to realise she's not actually sleeping, and that's ... a little concerning. Because to her knowledge she doesn't make a habit of going to sleep anywhere other than her very cozy bed, and she doesn't remember why she'd be out here.

Sleepwalking. All the way out here? Kidnapped. Her parents aren't rich. By aliens. That's a little better, but still kind of worrying. There's a distinct level of nervous settling over her now because she's entirely alone in the middle of a place she doesn't recognise, and she's just not adventurous enough to want to be out here without any obvious way of getting home.

It's not her fault, is it? She can't get into trouble if it's not her fault. (Is today a school day?)

It's when she staggers upright, still yawning, that her foot catches on the edge of something and she thumps back down to earth with a startled sound, turning to glare at whatever she'd touched (why are her feet bare?), and stares at the journal lying in the grass with her name stencilled on the front. And Katie reaches for it, because if it has her name maybe it has an explanation, and... the sight of it touches off muzzy memories of its own. Familiar, somehow.

So she opens it.

Oh. She knows what this is.]

[Voice]

...hello?

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I-if you wanted to take a few days off?

[ buffy tilts her head. smiles. ] I'd cover for you. Terrible post-kidnapping flu! That's what I'd say.

[ but she was wondering, now, if it was even a kidnapping. ]

[Katie is a little girl never inclined to pass up an excuse to stay home a little.]

I've heard post-kidnapping flus can be very bad for you.

Victims are often in the direst need of chicken noodle soup -- the kind where the noodles are shaped like stars.

Stars? Really? That would be very pretty noodle soup.

...That's what helps with the getting-better. Do you want some? Ten bucks says Jack has a can of the stuff stored somewhere downstairs.

[ after all, the pirate knows how much the slayer likes it when she's not feeling well. ]