Xander wondered what A had meant when she said someone was keeping her away.  She�d been here all along, just silent.  Sort of introspective, sure, so maybe she�d been away internally, walking those long alleyways of her past.  Like inside her head.  She had a 1000 years of them, so she could easily get lost inside that pretty noggin of hers.  Whatever.

Fred had suggested they go find the others.  Meanwhile the wizards of W&H were doing whatever they were doing outside the dome.  But that dome was still creeping inward.

Anya said it was time to try the teleportation thing.  �Sure Anya, give it a shot.�  She did, and nothing happened.  Complete performance failure.  Something that never happened to Xander.  �Its ok, A.  Maybe you just need to chill for half an hour and then try again.  Its all about confidence.  Or usually.  I hope its not physical.� He shrugged.

�So lets go find the others, at least for now.  Like Fred said.�

Everyone Move to Blog #2

Xander looked at his watch, tapped his toe, cleared his throat.  Looked at his watch again.  �Anya.  Having some trouble with the mojo?�  They were still standing in that field watching as the dome contracted, waiting for Anya to whisk them away from here.  Lorne wanted them all to go to Caritas, which Xander was ok with. There would be beer at Caritas.  And bar snacks.  But maybe going to Wolfram and Hart would be even better.  They had all sorts of cool technology and books and magic there.  They could probably use all that stuff to rescue everyone else.  That Fred seemed really smart about all that sort of stuff.  She was cute, too. 

Meanwhile, it seemed like they�d been waiting like a month for Anya to teleport them out of domed Sunnyhell.  �Ok, so how about if we go to plan B.  Fred, you have phones that work, right?  How about if you call in an air strike?  We�ll bomb the livin crap out of the dome, just like those Isis terrorists.  Or is it Isil?  Wolfram and Hart has F18s, right?�       

They all stood at the edge of the dome, which felt like the edge of oblivion, or the door to freedom, one or the other, Lorne couldn�t decide.  He was still holding the handle of the pink flamingo umbrella in one hand, sheltering Darla from the sun�s rays.  In his other hand was a Sea Breeze cocktail, something for which he was eternally grateful, but didn�t have the slightest clue how it had gotten there.  Someone or something must have conjured it for him, in which case it could be a toxic mix.  Or maybe it was just the PTBs smiling down on him.  No, that was just silly.  So he held it up to the light, as the dome contracted, crunching its way inward, searching relentlessly for victims to crunch and smash. 

It looked like a Sea Breeze.  He sniffed it.  It smelled like a Sea Breeze.  So he tasted it.  �Zsu Zsu�s petals.  It�s the real deal!  Just like Ramon�s especial!�  He took a longer pull.  And then another.  As he did, he noticed the level of the fluid in the glass never declined.   It was a self-filling Sea Breeze!  �Now I know for certain we�re no longer in Kansas, kiddies.  But never look a gift horse in the mouth.  That or a Pylean slime weasel.�  That last one earned him some odd looks.  But it was the Pylean equivalent of the gift horse saying.  What�s a gift horse, anyway?

     Wesley followed Fred out the door of the Hardware Store with Giles, Darla, Lorne, and the warrior-outfitted Anya and Xander following close behind.  Although Wesley was quite certain that Anya and Xander still weren�t quite convinced of who they really were, he was glad to have them along in their current guises.  The previous 24 hours had proven that resurrected Sunnydale was inhabited by some very bad entities with malicious intent.  Having Alice from Resident Evil and an experienced Special Operations military guy, even if they only thought they were these people was somehow reassuring. 

     They had definitely rattled the Powers that Be within the dome.  Another temblor shook the town, this one a little stronger than the last.  Wes had to stop a moment to get his balance before the motion, which was like waves moving across the surface of the ground, came to a stop.  The sky above them was as angry as the ground was mobile.  Low black clouds roiled and boiled above them, obscuring the sunlight almost to a degree that perhaps Darla didn�t need that ridiculous pink flamingo umbrella.

     Fred had come through the dome and knew the quickest way to its edge.  Wesley certainly hoped they would find the dome was gone, just as that malign pumpkin energy source was gone.  They wove their way through Sunnydale�s eastside neighborhoods, which were thankfully devoid of life or activity � neither human nor demonic forces prowled these streets.  At the end of Elm Street (not that Elm Street!) the small, intrepid and hopeful group came upon the edge of the dome.  Their hopes crash landed, though, for not only was there still a dome, but it was shrinking, creeping ever inward, soil, street pavement, and the rubble from homes accumulating and building up on its inside surface.  The noise was akin to what Wesley imagined a rock slide would sound like. 

     �Judging by the accumulation of debris, I would guess the dome has already contracted a few dozen yards.  This is a most unfortunate development, indeed!�  Sunnydale occupied an area of about four square miles.  How long would it take for the dome to squeeze them all into a tight package, like a car in an automobile crusher?     

     Wesley and Fred led the way, following the signal generated from the modified multimeter.  The analog needle on the device was like the needle on a compass, pointing the way, whilst the digital voltage meter showed the signal strength.  It was calibrated so that when the meter read 100 volts, they would be almost on top of the dome�s power source.  It was reading 89 now. 

    Lorne and Darla were clustered under a large, clumsy umbrella adorned with pink flamingoes.  It was rather ridiculous, but apparently did the job.  If a gust of wind caught it though� well, under this California sun Darla would be dust in the wind, to quote the lyrics of a popular 1970s song by the band Kansas.  Anya and Xander followed behind, both of them moving very much like diligent, searching predators, something for which Wesley was grateful, because this town was constantly surprising them in unpleasant and unexpected ways.  Not to mention that it seemed inconceivable that the dome�s power source would be unguarded and unprotected.

     The multi-meter led them to the front door of the Magic Box, the business run by Mr. Giles and Anya before the destruction of Sunnydale.  Wesley glanced over his shoulder at Anya/Alice, �Does this jog any of your wayward memory cells?  It should.�  The door was locked, so Wesley thrust his coat-protected elbow through the window glass, and reached through to unlatch and open the door from the inside.  

He hadn�t really noticed that the sun was up.  The sun comes up and goes down so suddenly.  And with everything else happening, who could blame Lorne for not being able to keep track of that glowing orb�s comings and goings?

His lovely wife of more than 5 years skulked into a dark corner and told him to �fix it.�  Uh oh.  Lorne is sort of the Paul Revere of Team Angel.  He can read people�s auras and alert the gang when trouble is coming, and who might be responsible.  Then it�s up to the rest of the team to fix it.  So he didn�t have a lot of experience as fix it guy.  Still, how difficult could it be?  If Fred could get though the dome and figure out how to disable it, couldn�t Lorne do something to fix a little ole thing like the sun?

The Xandman, soldier dude, was a man of action.  He didn�t know if this Giles character, or his compadre Wesley, had all the poop on what was going down here, but Xander knew enough to know that things weren�t quite right.  And it was time to do something besides stand around in a hardware store arguing about Umbrella Corporations, invisible domes, zombie hordes, or whatever.  If he was Corporal Harris, he needed to get back to his unit.  If he was Xander the construction supervisor, there was probably a job he should be supervising somewhere. 

Both Giles and Xander hurried to Anya�s side, to assist and comfort her as the realization of who she was came flooding back to her.  Or at least Giles assumed that was the reason why she dropped to her knees with her head in her hands.  But as they helped her to her feet again, she asked who she really was.  They walked her to a nearby display of camping equipment and into a Campmor folding camp chair.  Giles squatted in front of her, looking into her eyes.  �You must believe me when I tell you that you are Anya Jenkins.  Well, actually Anya Christina Emanuella Jenkins.  You were born in the 9th century in Sjornjost, a small Scandinavian village. Your name was Aud.  You became a Vengeance Demon and for centuries you wreaked havoc on men who spurned their girlfriends and wives.�

A growling Darla was the ultimate in sexy.  Lorne was tempted to lead her to a back room in the hardware store and have his way with her.  But that would have to wait for a more opportune time.        

     Like an All Star centerfielder, Wesley deftly caught the gun that was kicked out of Darla�s hands.  As he was tucking it into his belt, he answered Anya�s question, �I think you�re a bloody fool, Anya Jenkins.�

     Using a modified multi-meter that he�d stolen from a Radio Shack, Wesley was narrowing in on the electromagnetic power collector that was key to maintaining the dome.  He had triangulated in on a location less than half a block away when he spotted Lorne, Darla, and the others in the hardware store. 

     Anya was dressed like an Amazon assassin, and she was holding two machetes to Darla�s throat, apparently ready to brutally deprive her of her head.  Lorne was wringing his hands, Xander looked amused, and the look on Giles� face was one of frustrated amazement.

     Wesley nodded to Lorne, �Good to see you, but we all thought you were back in L.A.�  He then turned to Giles, �Angel, Cordy, Buffy, and several others have been investigating our situation from within the dome.  Fred is on the outside conducting experiments that have led me to within half a block of the dome�s power center.�  Some of his audience, if not all of them, looked puzzled.  �You do know that we�re trapped inside a massive, impenetrable and invisible dome, something assuredly of mystical but also scientific origin?�  He received no acknowledgement of that now undeniable fact.  �Well we are, and if you would please stop fighting among yourselves, perhaps you could help me on my quest to destroy the dome�s power center.�