Willow wipes her face and shaking, replaces the handle in the cradle. Xander's hand rests on her shoulder and squeezes. She reaches up and squeezes his hand. Xander, always the comfort when she needed him most. What would she do without him, she wonders. She sniffles.

"He's coming. He has to."

She looks down at the ancient text before her tracing her fingers over the words in disbelief. "When the Chosen One turns to the evil in the darkness, only one can stop her from total destruction. The one who trained her must destroy her in order to save the world from the immortal terror of the Vampyr."

She closed the pages of the book and placed VAMPYR back under the desk where it had lied since Buffy had pushed it away years ago.

Giles' entire plane ride consists of familiar memories of years gone by. He remembers all of the tears they had shed on each other's shoulders, as the warehouse burned in the background. All the laughter they had shared over how "tweedy" he was and how "shallow" she was, all the heartfelt moments when a look meant so much. Most of all he remembered their bond. How they had grown closer from the first time they met, in the old high school library, when he had known who she was and she was unwilling to admit her destiny, to the day when he told her he had to leave so that she could grow. That had been the hardest thing he had ever said to her, but he knew in his heart it was for the better. At least he thought it was. Once she had asked him to lie to her. For the first time in his life as her Watcher he is afraid he would have to.

He rests his head on the seat and glanced out the window. Soon he fell into a restless sleep.

Upon landing Giles sighs. A brightly colored sign engrains itself on his memory. "Home is where the heart is. You always have a home in Sunnydale." The cheery message of the sign clutches his heart as he thinks of his "family" and the Hellmouth they live on. "Tourists," he muttered to himself. He glances back at the terminals, remembering how they had all tried to stop him from leaving when he thought Buffy had...well..he dared not even think of it now. He just remembers the love they had shown for him in that moment of grief. He goes to find his luggage and hails a taxi to the Summers' residence.