When the puppy came rushing out of the jungle to tackle-pounce on Rose, Tara giggled. This was sur-real, but at least it was cute. Then the two women followed the dog, and she took a good look at them.

At one of them in particular. Tall, dark hair, beautiful and dangerous, moving like she had all the confidence in the world... it was Faith. The last she'd heard the girl was in prison, and doing well, redeeming herself for the murder. To see her here... now....

Tara pushed to the front of the group, without thinking at all. It was *Faith*, and while they hadn't been friends, at least she was a tie to her old life, to Sunnydale. Oh but what if she'd gone bad again, then no one here would know that except for her.

Mind whirling, Tara stepped forward, and said, "Faith? Is that really you?"