[Anya has had a few distractions to play with for those moments, anyway, as the journal keeps churning out voices. She doesn't like it - the book can't seem to make up it's mind, whether it's a magical thing or a technological thing.
Eventually she gives up to stare at the shore for a few moments: the water lapping sand is something that makes sense, for all the sense she can make of her last few memories. It had gotten rough. Floppy, hoppy, bunnies.
Shaking her head a little, she'll start to walk toward where she had seen the buildings in the distance - and not before long, a waving figure appears.
It has to be Buffy. So she'll keep moving forward.]
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Eventually she gives up to stare at the shore for a few moments: the water lapping sand is something that makes sense, for all the sense she can make of her last few memories. It had gotten rough. Floppy, hoppy, bunnies.
Shaking her head a little, she'll start to walk toward where she had seen the buildings in the distance - and not before long, a waving figure appears.
It has to be Buffy. So she'll keep moving forward.]