"Nothing good, no," she agrees with a shiver. Somehow, the hand on her shoulder is a comfort. The room seems a little less creepy, and small, and the man outside a little less frightening. Faith isn't Buffy, but still a Slayer, and far more stable than Willow had expected when she first laid eyes on her. They can figure this out. It's enough to pull her focus back to their initial conversation.

"2003, huh?" That explains a lot, and she smiles a little, pleased she's figured it out. "I knew this place pulls people from all different times and dimensions, but this is the first time I've seen it do it to people who know each other. It was 2001 for me - so you're, like, two years ahead."