[ If she wasn't so enamored with the spinning wheel, and now horrified by the blood flowing from her finger, she'd be right there with you, Wesley. Everything about this is strange, and she still hasn't wrapped her head around the fact that one moment, she was throwing herself off a tower, falling into a portal, and somehow coming out here in Maine of all places. None of this makes sense. ]

Wesley?

[ Thank god it's a familiar face. Even someone like Wesley is a welcome sight, especially after everything that's happened. Sure, she'd rather see Willow or Dawn or even Giles, but- She is definitely not complaining. ]

I- I don't even know how it happened. One minute, I was just walking down the street, and the next thing I know, all these spinning wheels just appeared.

[ It almost feels as though something took control of her and brought her finger to the spindle, and that thought just makes Buffy frown. She's definitely not a big fan of losing control or having someone or something else control her.

As rattled as she is, she still has enough of her typical sass to not take that remark lying down. ]

Do you think I touched it on purpose? I didn't want to, but it was like something got into my head and was telling me to do it.

[ It's embarrassing, of course. A Slayer should be more resistant to such things, but it all happened so quickly.

But hey, bleeding finger here and all. It won't kill her, but she'd rather not be bleeding, thanks. ]

Tell me you have a band-aid or a needle or something. [ No, she doesn't want to be sewn back together, but it won't be the first time nor the last. ]