As they headed through the graveyard, Jon tried to explain his magic sweatshirt to Karen. He told her about The Jersey, and how he had wished for a magic jersey of his own.
"Well, I don't suppose the jersey carried the wishing stone over with us, did it?"
"Not unless you have it," Jon said. "I don't think I have room for pockets in this skirt." He looked down at the tiny skirt he was wearing and his new sexy legs. "It sure would be nice to have the stone right now. Anything to get me out of this body, and these clothes. Why do women wear high heels anyway?"
"Don't ask me," Karen said. "Have you ever seen me wear them?"
Jon felt a twitch in his eye... almost like someone had made a wish. But he knew they didn't have a wishing stone in this reality, or at least he thought they didn't. It was probably just his imagination. He looked up at Karen. She didn't seem to have noticed.
Jon's eyes stayed a little longer on Karen than he wanted them to. There was something ruggedly handsome about Angel, he had to admit. Wait, were those his thoughts or Buffy's? Or were they one and the same now?
"Say, I don't suppose you know where we're going, do you?" Jon said. "I just realized that I don't know how to find Buffy's house, and I don't think just wandering around will help us."
"I don't know how to find Buffy's house either," Karen said. "I don't even know what season this is. You look older than high school Buffy, but then what am I doing here? I mean, what is Angel doing here?"
"Well, we're in a graveyard," Jon said. "If we're late enough in the series we might just run into Spike." Jon felt a flush in his chest as he said Spike's name, and his nipples hardened a little. Picturing Spike was doing funny things to him that he didn't want to dwell on. He tried to concentrate on figuring out where he and Karen were going, but he kept remembering Spike's rock-hard abs.
Meanwhile, across the graveyard Spike smiled. "Slayer girl's gonna be mine, tonight."
