Amy and Kennedy's Not So Excellent Adventure Part 2

Fifteen minutes later, Amy and Kennedy were both naked and there was a big glowing portal lying in the middle of the bedroom floor.

"Nice work, Amy," said Kennedy.

"Thanks," said Amy. "Now toss our clothes in so that we'll have something to put on when we get to the other side."

"Where does it come out?" asked Kennedy as she tossed their clothes into the portal.

"The basement of Sunnydale High," said Amy. "I figure that's the one place where two naked girls coming out of nowhere are not likely to attract any attention."

"Sure that's a good idea?" asked Kennedy.

"Maybe not but I can't very well have us pop out in front of the high school," said Amy. "Even if we weren't naked, we'd still attract way too much attention."

"So where did you get the spell for this from?" asked Kennedy. "Besides, Willow and I had to search for months before we found one like it."

"Oh, it was easy," said Amy. "I just happened to come across it in one of the old books I inherited from my late mo--"

Suddenly Amy paused. "Oh my Goddess!" she said. "I just realized something. My late mother knew how to time-travel."

"So what?" asked Kennedy. "She's dead right now, isn't she?"

"Yes," said Amy.

"So who cares what she knew?" asked Kennedy. "Let's get this mission over with so that we can end Buffy's curse."

"Of course, you're right," said Amy. "The mission comes first. And it's not like you can change the pas-- Oh, wait, that's what we're fixing to do. Oh, whatever. Geronimo!"

And with that, Amy jumped into the portal.

And a few minutes later, Kennedy jumped in, too.

xxx

Twenty minutes after the two women disappeared within the portal, there was a knock at the front door of the Count's residence.

"Whoever it is, this time, please send them away," said the Count. "I've had quite enough surprise visitors tonight."

"Of course, le Count," said Roger.

He opened the front door preparing to do just that when he noticed that for a change, the visitor had a familiar face. It was the face of Amy Madison.

"Good evening, Mademoiselle Madison," said Roger. "I really did not expect you to come back so soon."

"You didn't?" asked the woman at the door.

"No," said Roger. "It seems like you just left about twenty minutes ago. I take it your mission to the past was successful."

"My mission?" asked the woman who looked like Amy. "Oh, yes. It was quite successful. May I come in, please?"

"Of course, you may, Mademoiselle Madison," said Roger. "But please tell me -- What happened to your companion? You know... The American girl who calls herself Kennedy?"

"Oh, she'll be along any time now," said the woman who looked like Amy. "Now if you don't mind, I'd really like to come inside."

"Of course, Mademoiselle," said Roger.

And as he let in the latest arrival, Roger could not help getting the feeling that there was something different about this Amy Madison that distinguished her from the other Amy Madison he had seen earlier this evening. But what it was, he could not quite tell.

Perhaps it was the wardrobe. Amy Madison had left wearing a light blue blouse and this woman was wearing one that was dark blue.

Or perhaps he was mistaken.

That's it, he thought. He was mistaken. It had been a long day and he was not registering details like he should.

Or so he told himself.