Urban Legends Are Parodies Too (part 6)  an MST3K of  Urban
Legends  by sinecure   Willow, Buffy, and Spike headed into the
kitchen while Xander stayed behind in the hall. He opened the
door to the outside, their only link to the world, and stood
nose-to-nose with the barrier. If they ever got out of here, he
vowed to never again spend more than eight hours inside his
house, and then only while he was asleep. The wind was blowing
softly, bringing his attention to the tree branches slightly
swaying this way and that.  Using his index finger, he traced
the edge of the sidewalk against the barrier, then continued on
to the curb. His finger tingled slightly with the prolonged
touching of the invisible thing-a-ma-bobber, but he kept it up.
He missed Anya. Missed Giles. Even missed his parents. And for
them, he wanted out of here, but that was the extent of his urge
to leave the house. Sure, he wanted out, but only if he could
keep in mind specific reasons for leaving.  His finger lifted a
tiny space to jump the st