SUNNYDALE, DECEMBER 24TH, 2000

In her by-definition unworthy temporary base of operations, Glory shut off the TV, shaking her head.

"WHEN are those people finally gonna let that nice Angelica beat those babies?"

For whatever reason, Ben was not fighting to get out, so she decided to sleep and dream of the life she'd get back when she got what she came for.

"What is it with those bells outside...?"

Bored, she fell asleep. When she awoke the next morning, her mind was happily free of either Ben's pushing or the building madness. Her body, though, was swimming in a dark, hard, dusty substance. Finally, her head broke the surface.

"HO-KAY! Just WHO filled MY earthly abode from floor to ceiling with freakin' coal?!"

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SOMEWHERE NORTH OF SUNNYDALE...AND MOST OTHER PLACES WE KNOW OF

The older-looking woman added Oxygen-Cleanser to this cycle, hoping by next year to restore her husband's mostly red suit and wash out the dark dust that suffused it, the result of an unprecedented delivery. On a monitor, she saw Glory's head sticking out from underneath the sooty pile of rocks. She smiled.

"Its the little things that make this job worth while."