Willow's first thought went to her stomach. See, her mind had collapsed from the anguish, until all that was left was the physical. Her stomach was a rock, or rather a hard plank of petrified wood stretching from her throat to the base of her spine. This was making breathing a problem, but she would survive. Survive... and with that thought her mind shut down again.

The worst part about it was that Buffy hadn't been stabbed, or shot, or beaten to death. She was killed by energy. Willow was familiar with mystical forces and knew she could not be sure what happened to her best friend. Was there even a heaven? All her experiance told her that the only thing that was real was this world... and hundreds of different hell dimensions. Which was worse, knowing Buffy was dead, or not knowing if she was dead?

And then... the pain went away a little, the overwhelming silence less muffling. Buffy can't be gone, she is caught, trapped in some hell dimension! For the past five years, they had been dealing with other dimensions and their denizens. There should be a way to go into the dimension Buffy is in and rescue her.

But what if Buffy is just gone? No, that's not possible. The story doesn't end like that, it can't. This is just another job for the Gang... maybe the most important job the Scoobies will ever have. They have deterred six apocolypses, they can rescue her too. And this is something magical, something that a witch knows something about!

With a new perspective and a lighter heart, Willow went to research her task.