Fire. Her nose wrinkled because she could practically smell it -- so fierce was the illusion and so strong her imagination. Later, Buffy would even swear that her vision had grown blurry and clouded from the ersatz smoke. But instead of giving in, she filled her lungs and her mouth with the taste of fire. She breathed deep and even. Forced herself to confront the truth: it was just her and Drusilla. Focus on that, Summers. Try not to be overwhelmed. Try.

She twisted on her heel and gave chase -- back towards the building.