She was so going to kill Willow... and Xander... and Tara... and Giles... and anyone else who turned out to be connected with this little fiasco. If only she could focus she would plan a vengeance the likes of which the world had never seen before, after all she had over one thousand years worth of experience and this time around she was the injured party. There would be chaos and mayham, blood and carnage, pain and humiliation. It would be beautiful, now if only she could escape her current predicament.
Someone should really teach Willow to be more careful with her spells. Shifting people between dimensions was not something to be taken lightly, and leaving them stuck there was just plain wrong.
Anya looked around, hoping that her so-called-friends would soon get her out of the hellish place she found herself in, even if they couldn't get her home... anything else would be better. Of all the dimensions she could have ended up in she just had to end up in the one inhabited by forgotten plot bunnies.