No Time
The weather was cool as they stood in the cemetery. The sun had fallen beneath the horizon, casting shadows on the chiseled granite. It had been a week and it wasn't getting any easier.
"We have to go," Xander murmured.
Willow looked at him shaking her head. Tears stained her cheeks. "It doesn't feel right…doing this without her."
A hand comforted her. "She'd want you to."
Willow tried to nod, wiping the tears away. Maybe he was right. There was no time to sit and wallow. They had a job to do, even if the Slayer was gone.