The drive to the shop was quiet. Dawn and I sat in the back, while Willow sat next to Tara, in the passengers seat.
"So, Willow said, what was that thing that Spike was talking about, anyway?"
I didn't speak, only shrugged in response. Even if I did, know what that coin-thingny did, I wouldn't have spoken. Truth was I didn't, so my silence was justified. After I went upstairs, Spike threw his heavy, brown blanket over himself, and made a mad dash for his car. 'He's probably already there.'
Tara gazed at me from the rearview mirror. "So, do you really think Spike found something useful this time?" she asked as her eyes returned to the road.
Once again, I felt that words were a waste of time, so I shrugged. The worried look passed between Tara and Willow didn't go unnoticed by me so I added a few words, just for show.
"Maybe, but after all, he is Spike." Dawn gave me a dark look at that. Last night she had told me that she and him had gotten closer. But strictly friends. I hoped so because I didn't feel like dusting him. Not yet at least.
Finally, we pulled into the parking lot and Tara turned off the engine. I was the first to get out of the car, and I could practically feel the others' eyes burning a whole right through me. 'They brought me back, so they better get damn well used to looking at me.'
The bell jingled ad I entered the store. Anya's face lit up, but fell when she saw me.
"Aw, I thought you were actually someone." she said sadly.
"Thanks, Ahn. You always know just what to say."
"No, that's not what I meant. I thought you were a customer. Of course you're someone Buffy. You're all human and alive, and I believe that can be place in the 'Someone' category, right?" She looked to Xander, who was sitting at a nearby table, for approval.
"That's right honey, most people are someone." he said slowly, as though he were talking to a child.
She opened her mouth to reply when the other came in.
"Hey guys." Willow said cheerfully.
"Hello, someones." Anya said. I chuckled at that comment, but no one else understood. They just stared at her like she had grown a second head. I decided to help her out.
"Good one." I said to her and shot her a quick smile.
"Good what? Ooh, did I win something good? Is it money?! Please say it's money!!" I then joined the others and gave her an equally strange look.
"Where's Spike?" Dawn asked, acting as though Anya's outbreak never happened.
Right on time, the door burst open and a smoking Spike stumbled in.
"Whew, it's hot out today." Still dumbfounded by Anya's unintentional humour, no one laughed. Except for Dawn, but I pretended that she didn't.
"Okay, let's get down to business." I said and took a seat next to Xander. "What does this quarter do again?"
"I told you already, it's not a quarter." Spike said with frustration dripping off of his voice.
"Well, what is it then?" asked Tara, quietly.
"Well, I'm not exactly sure, but I know it's powerful." he said.
"Not really, said Anya, You can't buy a lot with twenty-five cents these days."
"Look, this coin hold great power to those who possess it and know how to use it."
"And how do you know that if you don't even know what it is?" Willow asked pointedly.
"Well, I remember Angel talking about it this one time in Paris and...."
"What about Angel?" a familiar and loud voice asked from the doorway. Funny, I didn't hear the door open.
"So, Buffy, it's true. You're not all dead. Well, you should have seen the look on Angel's face when he found out that you were alive. It got even better when he realised you didn't tell him." Cody said, with joy in her voice.
'Oh God, Angel.'
