There was this weird pain on her head... Oh no. I CRACKED MY SKULL! There was some movement around her, but Miranda didn't really understand what it was until there was a voice she could focus on. Oh, there was the girl...with hair. Black hair in her fist. But...it couldn't be Wesley's...she had blonde hair. Errr. Where the hell had she gotten-

A look of horror and Miranda sat up too quickly. "Ow, my head..." she grimaced, putting a hand to her skull. Remembering the younger Huffie, she turned to her. "Are you allright?"

And then... "My HAIR!" She stared at it for a moment. It WAS her hair, but what good would it do now? "Eh," Miranda shrugged, "Keep it..." Why would Wesley want to keep THAT? Snort.