Waiting
Bodies lay strewn on the ground, bloody and lifeless. Glory had dispensed of the knights in short order. It settled one of their problems. Buffy sat motionless on the ground, staring out, her gaze unfixed. Her friends gathered around her, trying to jolt her from her stupor but noting helped.
Hours later, Willow sat opposite Buffy in her bedroom, trying to connect. Xander and Anya ket watch over Tara at the hospital, waiting for Giles to be released. Spike stood alone, worrying for the Slayer he'd fallen in love with.
All they could do now was wait. Just wait.