Forest
"That's odd, his head won't turn to ashes," Forest said before shaking her head.
Different dimensions different rules. Oh Lord and Lady, if I ran into a prat like Edward Cullen gouge my own eyes out, or shoot myself in the head so I'd at least temporarily forget. Wait, could I run into Edward Cullen? He could theoretically exist in a place like this. Ugg, there are so many better vampires in pop culture than that sparkling prat.
Spike would be wicked fun to pal around with. I could tell Angel he could do so much better than Buffy. If I ran into Anita Blake I would be able to hear if she whistles when she walks or not.
She eyed the Duke and asked, "Any places you suggest I should see until you need me again? And if you need me again."
The blonde reached out and touched the middle of his odd forehead. "Think really hard and if I'm in range, which is admittedly bloody large, I'll hear it. Or you can give me a chime," she said as she pulled her phone out of her pocket.