The sun's rays were just clawing their way up from behind the horizon when Buffy was walking home from her graveyard chat. Her mind was mulling over some parts of her conversation with the Demon,
"And Rosy Fingered Dawn arises from behind the dead sky, giving life to the darkness." He said, standing up, "And it's time for this villain to take his rest for tonight's showdown. I'm very glad to have met you Buffy."
"We don't have to do this." She had replied, "Life goes on without interference."
"Oh but that's not true. The darkness needs a slayer to champion the light and beat it back and the universe needs an editor to keep the plot lines from becoming messy. Don't you feel the call to return to the grave Buffy? Dirt is your home and you've been a runaway for long enough, it misses you Buffy, it wants you back and it longs for you as much as you long for it."
"I won't let you kill me without fighting back; I can't do that to them."
He turned and smiled a curious smile, "Them, your friends? Interesting. As they say, 'Rage, rage against the dying of the light'. I'd be mighty disappointed if you didn't fight. So tonight, bring your friends and your feelings and I'll bring mine and we'll let life decide whose story is worth continuing."
During her musing a yellow light zipped in from the horizon and started hovering in front of her chest. She bent down to get a closer looked and to her surprise it popped out of existence.
From the opposite direction Spike with a brown cover draped over his head came jogging up, "Buffy! You alright? Where've you been?"
"Just chatting with the devil. Surprisingly talkative."
Then, from the same direction as the yellow light came jogging Willow, Xander, and Giles, "Buffy!"
"Yeah, hey guys."
"Is everything alright?"
"Kind of, I'm just really tired. I need to get some sleep for tonight."
"What's tonight?"
"Big showdown at the K.O. Corral."
