Pub – Resume
Kennedy felt a tap on her shoulder, and she turned long enough to see another man throw a punch at her face. She threw herself backward, falling to the floor while avoiding his swing. A moment later, she brought up her arms and a barstool broke over them, sending splinters showering around her.
“Your physical reactions indicate you may be in a barfight,” Tabitha said calmly in her ear. “Do you require assistance with your barfight?”
“I mean, I feel like I’ve got this,” Kennedy said.
It wasn’t long before she wielded one of the supposedly ancient broadswords from the wall in one hand, the broken remains of the whiskey bottle in the other. She tripped one of the drunken occupants of the pub with the tip of her sword and ducked past the wild flails of another, sending him sprawling over a pool table. One of the ladies in the pub pulled at Kennedy’s long hair, and in response she clanked the broken bottle into the woman’s forehead, turned, and elbowed her in the side of the head.
Some time after that, she bit at the beefy hand of one man as he tried to push her away, then kicked back into the knee of another local coming toward her from behind.
A few minutes after the brawl had started, Kennedy and the barkeep were the only two remaining standing. Glasses, broken chairs and various other pieces of debris were strewn around the now-trashed establishment. She took a few crunching steps over to the bald man and put a sneaker down on his ear, grinding his bleeding head down into the glass-caked floor.
“Where can I find Crazy Bobby?” she asked, her voice casual. “And if you lie to me, I’ll be back.”
“Fifteen miles down the road toward Pollnaclogha,” the man groaned, “left at the fairy tree and down the lane toward the standing stones.”
“The fairy–?” Kennedy questioned.
“Fairy trees,” Tabitha supplied, “often Hawthorne trees, are arboreal shrines created by the local populace of Western Ireland in order to honor the–”
“Yeah, fine, I’ll find it,” Kennedy said. She ground her foot into the man’s head for just a second, almost as if remembering the feeling of doing so. Then she sighed and pulled away. She looked up at the bartender, then threw the sword down on the bar. She walked over to where she had been sitting, where her wallet still sat on the bar. She produced a business card, prominently displaying the ubiquitous Coat of Arms, and said, “You can bill them. Sorry again.”
Then she walked back over to the door, unlatched it and exited the pub.
Watchers Council – Chicago Branch – Coven Room
“Sorry. No good news,” Jeff said. “Did the kids have any luck yet?”
“They’re still hacking away…literally. Why aren’t these spells working for us?” Willow asked from her side of the FaceTime conversation on his laptop.
Jeff sat at a table at one side of his Coven Room, skyscrapers visible out a nearby window. “Fairy magic is pretty tough, or maybe there’s another cause – an outside cause.”
“Like what?” Willow asked.
“Well, Vor was pretty heavy with the magicks. You say they’re back. Maybe they’re messing with our magicks again?”
“Damn. I was hoping it would work for you. This is disappointing on two levels,” Willow replied.
“Two?” Jeff asked.
“First, and most importantly, I still don’t know where Ken is in Ireland, so I have no idea where to tell Ro and Kadin to go, a-and second, Grace was right. She said it wouldn’t work for you, either. And lately, I really hate it when she’s right.”
Jeff smiled slightly. “For my sake, your ever faithful prodigy, go easy on her, please.”
“I have been holding my tongue. I have. In hindsight, though, I was kinda harsh with her today when she didn’t want me to contact you.”
“What happened?” Jeff asked, chuckling.
“Not one of my prouder moments,” Willow confessed. “When she didn’t want me to talk to you, I brought up the fact that the two of you are separated.” She then turned slightly to her right and said, “I intend to apologize to her, because it was wrong of me to get so personal.”
Jeff saw movement at the edge of Willow’s screen. “Who else is there?”
“Sorry,” Willow said. She turned the camera slightly to reveal Liz, who then waved at Jeff. She handed Liz the phone.
“How are you doing, Liz?” Jeff asked cheerfully. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. You look so grown up.”
“Well, research and drowning babies who turn into Changeling-Krakens ages you.”
Jeff chuckled. Off-camera, Willow added, “You’re looking at our latest Junior Watcher, Mr. Lindquist.”
“Congratulations!” Jeff said proudly, as Liz blushed.
“Thank you,” Liz said with probably more confidence than she was feeling.
Jeff watched as the camera went back to Willow, who handed a slip of paper to Liz. “Please go to my library and pull those books. There’s a few more spells I want to try. I’m thinking maybe I can try astral projection.”
Liz nodded and then started on her way with the list.
“As I said, if it’s fairies,” Jeff began, “that’s a tall order to penetrate. Even for you.”
“I know it’s probably fruitless. Just looking at all the options,” Willow said, still looking off to her right. After a few moments, she said, “Now that we’re alone, please, tell me what’s going on with Grace? Is it about losing Casey? Like, okay, but I just don’t understand her…venom lately.”
Jeff rolled his shoulders. “Yes, Casey is a big part of it, but she’s had to make a lot of difficult choices in the last couple years, personally and professionally.”
“We all have issues, Jeff,” Willow told him. “It just feels like you ran off to Chicago to get away from her, a-and I know none of this is my business, so you can tell me to shut up at any point.”
“Never. I know your question comes from a place of caring, not gossip,” Jeff told her. “After I lost my mom when you were building the Council, way back when, and even though you were only a few years older than me, you looked after me as a person, and as a witch. You were a mentor, then a friend, then family. So I will say this…” He paused, as if trying to find the perfect wording that would not betray his wife’s trust. “I can’t be in the picture while Grace works out her issues. She’s blaming herself for something she thinks she did, which I know for a fact she did not.”
Willow paused to consider the last sentence. “You saw the future – your future with her. You know things are gonna work out. That’s why you stay.”
“That’s why I stay.” Jeff then smiled. “This is just a slight road bump in my life with Grace, but she thinks it’s a mountain. I’ve tried to talk to her, but…I think it’s something she has to figure out for herself. And although you haven’t asked, I know you’re unhappy in your personal life at the moment. But you will find happiness and contentment, I promise. It just may not be where you expected.”
“You’re being pretty cryptic,” Willow said with a slight grin.
“Yeah, and there’s more. Something is coming. Something big. I haven’t seen it yet, but I felt it. Things are super stressed — everywhere, and it feels…off, like everything is not exactly as it seems, but I don’t know why. It’s not being revealed to me…yet. Could be why the spells aren’t working as expected. Anyway, as soon as I figure it out, you’ll be the first I tell. I love you, Willow.”
“I love you too, Sweetheart. Thanks again for trying. Hang in there.”
Jeff nodded and said, “You too. I promise I’ll keep kicking around ideas to locate Kennedy. I’ll let you know if I come up with anything.” Willow nodded before he disconnected. He closed the video chat and turned to look out the window. He sighed before standing and walking away.
Council Jet – Day
Rowena looked over information on a tablet with a great deal of interest while sitting at one of the work tables in the Council’s jet. She did not look up as she began to speak.
“This is fascinating. Any leap from the cliff won’t work if the leaper has already seen it work for someone else.”
“Why’s that?” Kadin slid into the seats around the table, craning her neck to try and see Rowena’s tablet.
“Because it involves faith, and if you know for sure, that makes it…not faith. So in a weird way, it’s almost the classic no-win scenario – the jump will only work if you believe it will work, but if you don’t think it will work or if you know for sure that it will work, because you witnessed it, then it won’t work.”
Kadin released an audible sigh, heard even over the jet engine. “What kind of BS magic is that? It works unless it doesn’t?”
“Fairy magic, apparently.” Rowena nodded and added, “I have to admit, Liz and Nikki did an excellent job with all the information they gathered.” When she looked up, she noticed Kadin rubbing her shoulder. “Are you OK?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Kadin said, sort of brushing her off politely, “I just took some pain relievers. When it comes to battling octopus monsters, it was easier when I was younger. I’ve noticed the same with that werewolf case this week. I’m looking forward to retirement, even though I know that that’s probably not gonna be an option. I’ll be a monster hunter until I die. And I’m OK with that.”
“I know what you mean. I spend most of my time behind the desk now, but there are also field trips, like this one, and I noticed that I’m not as quick as I used to be, whether that’s mentally or physically. It’s difficult when your body starts to betray your expectations of what you think it should do.”
Kadin smiled for a moment, but then began to look serious before she asked, “Do you think we’ll find Ken in time? Be honest.”
“Willow’s spell was a bust. But if Ken follows the path that the kids laid out for her, yes. They did an excellent job pinpointing what she needed to do. There are a few missing pieces, but I’m sure we’ll get it figured out.”
Kadin just gave a grin, then rubbed her eye as she yawned.
“Go rest up,” Rowena said, pointing toward the sleeping cabin area.
“I couldn’t sleep now if I tried,” Kadin answered.
“That’s understandable. But my father swore by the fact that if you could just rest your eyes for fifteen or twenty minutes, it was a great energy boost. And when we find Ken, we’re gonna need all the energy we can get.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. I’m going to keep reading, and then I’ll give you the Cliff Notes version later. How’s that sound?”
Kadin gave her another small grin. “I know that you and Ken haven’t always been…um, tight? But thank you for doing this with me.”
Rowena grinned too. “After a decade or so, she starts to grow on you. Seriously, I’m not just doing this for you and Ken. It feels like I need to prove something to myself, too, like I can still do this job. I know that sounds pretty selfish.”
“Not at all,” Kadin told her. “I’m grateful for the company, and the help. Definitely makes me feel better having one of the biggest brains at the Council here with me.”
“And I feel secure, having one of the biggest monster fighters at the Council with me. For now, though, please try to get some rest. I’ll fill you in, I promise.”
After she got up to go to the sleeping area, Kadin put a hand on Rowena’s shoulder and gave her a light pat before slipping away.
Irish Countryside – Day
Mist hung over the flat land, an open field that was more rock than dirt. Yet shaggy grass and moss, and even tiny purple and yellow flowers, grew wherever they could. In the midst of this landscape stood the dolmen, a handful of flat, rough-edged stone slabs, on top of which had been set a larger slab as a roof.
Kennedy stepped slowly and carefully between the rocks on the ground toward the structure. When she came within a few feet of the standing stones, she stopped and looked around. Only one other structure could be seen in the distance: the few remaining walls of an old, abandoned stone house, its roof long gone. A harsh wind whipped her hair behind her, a few strands settling on her face.
She took another step toward the ancient stones, then slowly reached out a hand. Her fingertips brushed the edge of the roof stone.
V.O., Kennedy’s Father: “Listen to yourself, you sound crazy.”
V.O., Buffy: “It’s real, and it sucks, and I’m sorry, but you’re not going to get any better unless you do the work.”
V.O., Kadin: “I feel like I’m in this house with two babies.”
Kennedy quickly pulled her hand back from the stone, almost as if from an electric shock. She sat back on one of the many rocky outcroppings, then ran both hands over her face.
“I hear you’re looking for me,” an Irish-accented voice said from behind her. Out of habit, Kennedy sprang to her feet, body tensed and ready to fight for her life. A beat later, she relaxed, if only slightly. A elderly, bearded man stood nearby, wearing a thick wool sweater and ragged fisherman’s cap.
“Robert O’Shaughnessy?” she asked.
He took a few steps toward the standing stones, hands thrust into his pockets, but didn’t answer at first.
“I don’t get it,” she said. “What are you doing here? Where is here?”
He shrugged. “You met Connie down the pub, he’s a friend of mine. This is where I meet people, if I need ta.”
“I sort of beat the shit out of Connie,” Kennedy said. “Sorry about that.”
O’Shaughnessy laughed briefly, looking her over. “It’s all right, lass. Reckon he needs it, now’n again. So, why’d you need to speak to me so badly?”
She got to her feet and walked toward him, so that both stood facing each other next to the dolmen. “I think you probably already know. You’re the only living person we know of who went to the Fairy Realm and came back. I need to know how you did it.”
He regarded her silently for a moment, wind whipping between them. “I take it I won’t talk you out of whatever you’ve got planned? At least tell me you’ve a real cracker of a reason fer this madness?”
“The fairies have my daughter,” she said, looking away at the barren plains. “I’m going to get her back.”
He sighed and nodded. “Well, that’s decent as far as reasons go, I’ll give you that. Well, I won’t leave you waitin’. The gettin’ there’s easy enough. I take it you know already, about what you have to do?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Kennedy nodded. “I just don’t know where.”
“There’s a spot at the Cliffs of Moher, not too far from here. A bit south of where the tour buses pull up, by Hag’s Head. Look for all the puffins, they know the place.”
“And assuming I survive my little cliff dive and make it to Fairyland, any thoughts on how I’m supposed to get back?”
Crazy Bobby scratched his eyebrow and sighed, then said, “There’s a bell, silver, not very big, or muchta look at, but it’s the only way for a human to get back from that place.”
Kennedy looked back at him and raised an eyebrow. “A bell? What, I just have to ring it?” She shook her head. “No matter how long I study magic, it’s so weird sometimes.”
“Problem is, no human can touch it,” he continued. “Fingers go right through the thing, like it’s not even there.”
“Of course not,” she sighed in frustration. “So how’d you get back, then?”
“One o’ them rang it for me,” he said, a far off look in his eyes. “Of her own free will.”
Kennedy threw both hands up, then put both on her hips. “Why-why…why would a fairy do that?”
O’Shaughnessy sat down on his own rock and said, “I loved her. And she loved me, I think. I was never sure, ’til she rang that bell. That’s what love is, I think…lettin’ the thing you love go, when it’s fer the best.”
Kennedy just stared at him.
“I was a taken child too, y’know?” he continued without looking up at her. “I lived with them for what seemed forever. Maybe it was. With the sidhe, as they call themselves. They kept me as a servant. But they’re not all so bad, fairies. The Queen, yes, but…my Nuada, she and I grew up together.” His eyes suddenly trained on Kennedy. “In any case, that’s the only way I know to get back once you’re there.”
Kennedy stood still for several seconds, except for her hair in the wind. “You don’t seem so crazy,” she finally said.
He shrugged, then groaned as he stood up. “I’m not much fer company, these days, and I keep my privacy so’s to avoid any of the Good People come to finish the job.”
Looking around again, Kennedy noted, “It is picturesque, I’ll give Liz that.”
“Is it?” O’Shaughnessy asked. He pointed to the ruined house across the field. “A family lived there before the Famine, hundred-fifty-odd years ago. Maybe they left, maybe they starved, who can say?” Then he gestured to the stones next to them. “When squinty-types came to study this place, they dug underneath. Tale goes they found thirty-eight bodies, all over five thousand years old. Only God knows what killed them. Or who.” He shook his head. “There’s a reason this place is where you can still get to Tir Na Nog. It’s haunted. The walls are thin.”
“Like a Hellmouth,” Kennedy said quietly. Then she raised her voice to cut through the wind. “So that’s it? I figure out a way to ring the bell, somehow, and I’m back?”
He turned and took a few steps back toward her. “You’re a vampire slayer, right? Were, I should say.”
“How did you–?”
“I’m paranoid and, yes, crazy. You think I don’t google people before I meet them? Me point is, fairies, the sidhe…” He stepped forward so he could be heard without shouting. “…they aren’t vampires. They’re much, much more dangerous. I don’t care how tough you think you are, you see one, the only sane thing to do is run the other way.”
“Says Crazy Bobby,” Kennedy pointed out with a smirk, the wind tearing at her hair and clothes.
“What does that tell you?” He looked her up and down once more, including the fierce look in her eyes. “Ah, well, it’s your funeral. Or, eternity of suffering, more like. Did you bring anything to eat?”
Kennedy shook her head. “What?”
“Shame,” he said, as he turned and began to walk away from the standing stones. “I could murder a chicken salad sandwich.”
Watchers Council – Coven Computer Lab – Day
Jen and her brother Jake seemed as if they were taking turns typing furiously, then stopping, then typing furiously again.
“How goes it?” Willow asked, as she entered the room with Grace. She took a spot at her laptop between her daughter and son and began to type.
“It goes,” Jen replied. She didn’t look up from her laptop screen as she typed, completely focused on the task at hand.
“This will probably be as successful as your locator spell,” Grace muttered.
Jen stopped typing and looked over at Grace. “If your team did the roll out of this app correctly for Aunt Ken, none of us would be here now. So do us a favor and back off, genius.”
“Jen,” Willow admonished. “Focus.”
Jen went back to typing, but not before adding, “I’m not sure what bug is up her ass lately, but it needs to die already.”
Grace seemed to flinch briefly, but said nothing. Willow glanced, noticing her recoil, and then more forcefully said, “Jennifer, that’s enough. We need to help Aunt Ken. How ya doin’, Jakey?” she asked her son, both in curiosity and perhaps in an effort to change the subject.
“I’m working the app,” Jake replied. “Jen’s hacking the phone carrier and her phone. But she’s so sloooooooow.”
“He thinks he’s going to beat me,” Jen said with a smirk. “I’m gonna teach him, we don’t always get what we want in life.”
“Less talk. More type,” Willow told them.
Jake began to move around in his seat slightly as he typed. “Hey, get the plate ready, Big Sis. You’re about to eat your words.” Willow looked over swiftly to see what was happening. “Aaaaaaand I’m in!” he said triumphantly.
“What did you do?” Willow asked.
“I’m in the code for the WatchR app. Free trials don’t get tracked. Privacy stuff, I guess. But I changed that so anyone on the free app can be tracked, even people who’ve already downloaded, not just new subscribers.”
“Three cheers for Big Brother,” Willow said.
“You mean Little Brother,” Jen commented, without looking over.
“So, where is Ken?” Willow asked.
“I don’t know that part…yet,” he replied. “But I will the next time she uses the app.”
“So you have yet to beat me?” Jen asked knowingly, without missing a beat with her typing. “The challenge is to find Aunt Ken. So where is she?”
“I said,” Jake replied, annoyed. “I don’t know yet.”
“Well, don’t bother,” she told him, as she stopped typing and began writing something on a piece of paper. “Her location tracking is now active. Google says she’s here.” She extended the piece of paper to her Ma.
“Darn it,” Jake grumbled, defeated.
“And, yeah,” Jen added, “mapping the entire world might seem super villain-y, but you gotta admit, it’s a damn good map system they built.” She then turned to Grace and said, “You’re welcome. And lucky for you, our Ma trained us well.”
Jen didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, she began packing her supplies and asked, “Can I go now?”
“Yes,” Grace replied.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” Jen said, instead turning back to her mother for a response.
Willow just nodded as Grace declared, “I am the Head of the Council.”
“No, you are the Head of the watchers. I’m a slayer – we report to Shannon Matthewson. Though rumor has it, a lot of slayers here might not be sticking around since you got buddy/buddy with Tess fricking Muller.” Jen grabbed her loaded messenger bag and said, “I’m outta here.”
Before she left, though, she walked over to Jake and started to tousle his hair, but she stopped before he could bat her away. “Good work,” she told him.
“Easier for you to say. You won.”
“Hey, even if you didn’t beat me, you still beat Ma, and that’s saying something.”
“I did, didn’t I?” he said, with a sense of realization and then pride.
“Yes,” Willow mumbled, something of a far-off look in her eyes. “You both did.”
Jen then took the paper from her mother’s hand and handed it to Grace. “Bring her home, Chairwoman,” she said before she left the room.
Grace and Willow looked at one another, and the witch shrugged. “She’s Rowena’s daughter.”
Although short lived, for one brief moment, the women grinned at each other.
Helicopter – Ireland – Day
The pilot was already inside the helicopter bearing the Council insignia as Rowena and Kadin made their way across an Irish airfield to the vehicle. Rowena, who had been talking to someone on the phone, then disconnected before turning to Kadin.
“My children, the hackers, got a lead,” she said. “Which feels like it should be very concerning to me, but that seems like a problem for Future Rowena. Plus, apparently, there was a bar fight at a village pub in somewhere called Ballykillen. A woman came in demanding information that matched Kennedy’s description. Also she left her business card, so we’re pretty sure it was her.”
“Is she still there?”
“No, unfortunately. Ken is good, and she’s staying a step ahead of everybody so far,” Rowena replied. Kadin smiled slightly. “I’m surprised that’s your reaction,” the watcher said, noticing the grin.
“She may not be a slayer anymore, but she still has skills. I’d still want her guarding my back in a fight.” Kadin’s happy expression slipped a bit, and she added, “I should’ve listened more.”
Rowena shrugged. “We can shoulda, woulda, coulda into next week, and it won’t change the situation. We’ll find her. We’ll help her and we’ll get Vanessa back.”
“Yeah, I know that, if ya wanna get all logical on my ass. But I still feel bad. She needed me to have her back and I didn’t.”
“Everything will be all right.”
“You don’t know that.” Kadin shook her head. “How can you say that?”
Rowena sighed. “Sometimes…you just have to have faith.”
As they made their way toward the helicopter, they saw that the pilot had stepped out to greet them.
“Ms. Allister. Ms. Van Helsing,” he nodded his head, speaking with an Irish accent. “The Council just informed me moments ago we have a lock on her location, but we need to leave now.”
Rowena turned to Kadin with a smile and simply said, “See? Have faith.”
Irish Cliffs – Day
Kennedy stood at the top of the cliff, her hair whipping behind her in the wind. A large backpack that looked somewhat like camping gear was secured upon her back. A flock of puffins flew beneath her. She lifted her foot to take a step forward.
“Kennedy, wait!” came the scream from behind her, carrying through the fog.
She turned to look curiously over her shoulder at the sound of Kadin’s voice. She watched as Rowena and Kadin spoke with one another, but she was too far away to hear the conversation.
“I know you’re here to try and stop me,” Kennedy said, her voice oddly dispassionate. “I know you don’t believe me, but you’re wrong. You can’t talk me out of it.”
A few moments later, Rowena walked toward Kennedy, her steps slow and deliberate. Kennedy’s eyes followed her the whole way. She walked around Kennedy’s side and put herself between her and the edge of the cliff.
She reached out and put a hand on each of Kennedy’s shoulders. Rowena’s eyes looked into hers, moving as if searching for something.
“Ken,” she said firmly. “You don’t have to do this. We all love you, and we’re here for you.”
“You’re all here for me?” Kennedy scoffed and looked away, her first sign of emotion. “Just like you were all there to tell me I was crazy when I said something was wrong?” She looked back at Rowena. “I know you think I’m nuts. But I swear, I’m not. Every cell of my body is telling me I’m not crazy.”
Rowena shook her head. “I don’t think you’re crazy. If you just come with us, we can talk about…find another angle, or at the very least find a way to get you home. You have a wife and a daughter. We will find another way.”
“I have to do this because I have a daughter!” Kennedy raised her voice. Then her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at Rowena, the watcher’s blonde hair buffeted by the breeze. “You’ve read the same books the kids did, Ro. You know this is going to work.”
Rowena licked her lips and looked down momentarily, then back up at Kennedy. “In theory, it could. But we don’t know that. We don’t know nearly enough. Theory alone is not good enough. Not for this.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Theory isn’t what I need. What I need is faith. You read it. If I wait, if I…second-guess myself, I might lose that faith, and I’ll never get there. Vanessa will be trapped forever.” Kennedy just shook her head. “You won’t talk me out of it.”
Rowena let out an annoyed growl. There, on the far edge of a continent, she grabbed the bridge of her nose in frustration. “Even after all these years, you are still so…pigheaded!”
“And you’re still a snooty girlfriend stealer,” Kennedy replied, a ghost of a smile appearing on her face. “I mean, seriously, I heard you and Will are all fancy-free now, but I’m gone for, what, a day, and you show up here with my wife?”
The blond watcher did not take the bait. “Ken, be serious. Please. Think. You can’t. I can’t let you–”
Kennedy cut Rowena off when she grabbed her arm. Rowena looked briefly down at Kennedy’s hand in surprise, then back up at her face.
“It’s gonna work,” she said, her voice quiet and level. “I have faith.”
Rowena shook her head, almost a smile on her face. Maybe it was one of disbelief. “Faith in what? I have literally met both angels and the devil. That’s not faith, that’s a fact. I’m a facts girl.”
“Faith in me,” Kennedy said. “I’m the one thing you’ve never been able to get your enormous brain around, Facts Girl. You gotta trust me.” She and the watcher kept looking at each other for a long moment in silence. “Rowena,” Kennedy tried again, “what if it was the twins? What would you do, if you were me?
“I wouldn’t–” Rowena began.
“No, be honest,” Kennedy interrupted. “If it was your kids, would you say, oh, I can’t, it’s just a theory? From what I’ve seen so far, Liz is a great student advisor to Nik – you did darn good with ’em both. By now, you’ve probably read the facts, and maybe even witnessed something firsthand. Either way, I don’t care. I already know what I have to do, because it will work…Seriously, if it was your kids, would you hesitate, even for a second?”
The wind blew between them. Now it was Kennedy’s eyes searching Rowena’s. Five seconds passed, then ten.
Then Rowena took a step to the side, out of Kennedy’s way.
“What are you–Kennedy!?!” Kadin screamed in horror as she watched her wife calmly take several quick steps back, then sprint forward and disappear over the edge of the cliff. She ran to the spot Kennedy had just stood, then looked over at Rowena, her mouth open in shock.
End of Act Four