Given everything, it's not that surprising that Faith can so simply divide her life into two halves. After all, she’s been so many things over the past two decades: orphan, Slayer, murderer, convict, just to name a few. The sorts of things that ought to change a life. It makes sense that dividing her existence into before and after moments would be easy.

What’s complete fucking insanity is that the dividing point is none of those things.

One random night in the fall of ‘98. A tiny nowhereville town in California. An alleyway outside the Bronze.

“You’re Buffy, right? I’m Faith.”

The moment that changed her entire fucking life.