“Your name is on one of the destination stickers. Crate all the way at the back. Figured you might want to take the contents with you tonight if it checks out, ‘stead of waiting for processing at those slow ass Council offices. ”
Buffy feels her heart start to pound and her whole body tenses.
In a distant future, an immortal Buffy lives in one of the few island enclaves left for humanity. And sometimes, she gets something in the mail… This is a fascinating what-if, bittersweet because it feels so possible.