Day 1 to 3 he had spent hidden away in his crypt. He had told himself he needed the time to heal, to recover from the fall he had taken, or else he wouldn't be any good to anyone. And he had cried. Useless buckets of salt over Buffy's - passing. He still couldn't get himself to use the d-word. Yes. Recovery. That was the reason he didn't go outside. It had nothing to do with the feeling of utter despair that hadn't left him for one second since he'd seen her lying on the ground. He did think about simply starving himself to death. Or maybe if that would take too long he could finally go outside. Around noon would be good he figured.