We're sitting in the basement. Tara and I cast a protective circle using sea salt and white candles. Dawn watched from the steps. The three of us sit in the circle, holding hands. I can feel Dawn's emotions through her tense grip. She's giving off a lot of anger and I know she knows I feel it. She wants me to. But I also feel something else there, something she doesn't know I feel. It's guilt and sadness. She feels guilty about all of this. I want to shake her and hug her and tell her I love her and that none of this is her fault, but I don't.
"We need to talk about what we're going to do about Samantha," I say, looking from one woman to the other. "She's our Slayer and I don't think these FBI agents have any clue how important that is." I take a deep breath. "I also think that there are things they aren't telling us. Samantha has other people after her. I can see it whenever I look at her now. It's her fear, it's visible. We have to do something to keep her safe. I feel like she's our responsibility.. she doesn't have a Watcher and we know more about this than she does because of Buffy...," I trail off. Buffy is the reason why we have to keep this girl safe and away from her fears.
I look up at Tara and Dawn. We're the only Scoobies left and I need them both.