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Buffy sat and read over the letter for the umpteenth time, not believing what she was reading, her emotions mixed with anger and disappointment. With a shaky hand she reached for the telephone, calling Faith’s cell, then the office. She had no idea what she was going to say to the brunette if she had of answered. She dialled again, leaving a message for Faith to call her. Buffy looked blankly at the letter, trying to get some focus on situation, debating her next move. She had to find Faith, she had questions that needed answered and if the letter had been Faith’s true words, Buffy knew that Faith wouldn’t be alive long enough to answer them for her.

The lights in the office were all out and the doors locked, she smashed the window with her elbow. Standing in Faith’s office she looked around, her eyes drawn to the bar cabinet doors slightly ajar. As she opened them she saw what could only have been a storage for a small arsenal of weapons.

Checking over the rest of the office space she sat in the chair looking out to Sunnydale. A beep from the computer screen distracting her from her thoughts, pulling the chair forward the screen flashed into life asking for a password. She began typing various words into the box hitting the enter key after each one to no avail.

Sitting back in the chair she glanced over the room, dark red walls, black furniture, antique swords lined one wall in decoration. She pulled open the drawers in the desk one by one, nothing of interest except for a framed photograph. Buffy picked it up staring at the young girl in the picture, instantly knowing from the eyes that the girl was Faith. A man and a woman standing beside her in front of the house Buffy now owned.

She turned to the screen typing in MOTHER, then FATHER, still nothing. She stared at the picture then typed ORCHARD, the screen flickered then loaded Faith’s home screen. She quickly browsed through the files finding games and some business files, nothing of real interest. She clicked on an unnamed file, Faith’s diary filled the screen. Buffy leaned in closer, the file contained hundreds of files dating back over ten years. She opened the recent entries, a pang of guilt hitting her as she read through Faith’s recent thoughts and feeling. Going back a few weeks to when they first met she opened the file marked Dinner.