Buffy and Angel walked into the Summers' home, grim looks upon their faces. "I'm going to call Willow and Faith. It's meeting time," Buffy said as she walked into the living room. She realized the room was empty and listened to the house around her. Amanda and Rona were upstairs. Vi was in the basement, and there was talking coming from kitchen. She walked around the corner seeing Dawn with a big plate of food, and Spike with one to match. Selena was sitting beside 'her dad', sipping on a coke.
"Hey, Buffy," Dawn said, looking at her sister. "Have fun patr—Angel? What're you doing here?" she asked as the brooder came into view.
"We-uh- ran in to each other. Saw a demon digging this up," he said as he showed them the box.
"We have to get everyone here," Buffy said to Dawn. "Call Xander, see if he can get some city plans for Scranton Cemetery, specifically the Geraki mausoleum. Angel, call Faith, tell her what just happened." She turned from the crew, pulling out her phone, and dialed her best friend. "Will, hey. Get everyone here. Angel and I just had a run in in the cemetery. Bring some of the demonology books." 'We'll be there soon,' Willow said.

Not even half an hour later, the whole gang was sitting around the fairly large dining room table. Although it was only big enough for twelve people, there were chairs surrounded the table with people still standing. Everyone had a book in their hands, searching intently for the furyore demon and the box he had dug up. Buffy sat her book down, reaching for the box. She could easily hold it in one hand. The thickness was that of a large book, yet it wasn't heavy. She noticed that around the top of it there were phases of the moon. In the center, there was a twelve tipped star. In the middle of the star, there were two symbols that looked like the letter C, one facing left, the other facing right. Similar to the Chanel symbol, but further apart. There was a cross connecting the two. The symbols protruded slightly. Buffy ran her fingers over the marks, wiping off some of the excess dirt. As her fingers hit the center, a small hole appeared. "Gerti, will you get me a wet rag or paper towel?" Buffy asked breaking the silence.
Gerti was already standing near the kitchen. She nodded her head, and returned quickly a damp rag. "What is it?" Angel said, materializing almost instantaneously behind her.
"There's a hole in it," she said nonchalantly.
"It looks like a key hole," Willow spectated.
"Anyone know where the key is?" Buffy said. She looked around at the grim faces, most still reading their books.
"I think I found something," Kyra, a girl who stayed with Willow, spoke up. She placed the book in front of Buffy and Willow. It was a picture of the box with a short skeleton key next to it. "Says it's the Box of Hephaistina. Also known as Pandora's Box."

The room was deathly quiet. No one spoke, and no one could breathe.
"Someone want to give us a head's up? I've heard about Pandora, but I don't know the whole story," one of the younger girls who lives with Faith, Alisia asked.
"The story of Pandora was first told around 7th century BC. Zeus, king of the gods, asked Prometheus, a titan, to create man. Zeus became angered with man, not liking the way they had turned out. Prometheus then betrayed Zeus by giving man fire. Zeus was furious, and he told Hephaistos to make a gift to man, someone cunning yet beautiful. She was named 'Pandora,' meaning 'all-gifts.' Zeus gave her a box or urn; it was never specified which. Although she was told not to open it, she did, releasing all the evils unto the world. She closed it in time to keep one thing from escaping. Hope." Everyone stared at Selena as she revealed the mythological tale.
"So, what? He wanted to release hope? That seems like a good thing," Kennedy questioned.
"Opening the box wouldn't release hope," Andrew said matter-of-factly. "It would re-release everything else. Again, but an infinity times worse. Hope would be completely destroyed."
"Goody," Xander said sarcastically. "And just when I thought things were starting to look up. So, was this demon wanting that? Or is he working with Drusilla?"
"Both is my guess," Buffy said. "What other way to help destroy the world than release everything evil that's ever exsisted?"
"It doesn't really matter," Selena spoke. They looked at her questioningly. "Oh, not like that. I didn't mean the world doesn't matter. I meant, it doesn't matter without this." She reached behind her neck, unclasping her necklace. She held it up, allowing them to see a key that dangled from the end of it. "My foster mom gave me this when I was born. She said I was the only one strong enough to protect it. I never really asked from what. She talked of Drusilla a few times, saying she was going to come after me one day. I assume now she wants this and this," she said placing her empty hand on the box.

"And here I thought those days of impending death were over," Xander joked darkly.

The crew left soon after finally finding more about the furyore demon. The book only said that it could be killed by dismemberment. It was incredibly strong, but it wasn't very smart, so it was a lackey of a demon, following instructions from something more powerful. Before everyone left, Willow reminded them that she needed help at the shop tomorrow, and said her thanks who those were helping. She had told Gerti to take the car and the girls home, because she wanted to talk to Buffy for a bit longer. Xander also stayed behind, wanting to talk to the main lady of the house.
It was past demon-time. It was gossip time.
The rooms cleared quickly, leaving Dawn, Xander, Willow, and Buffy in the living room. Buffy hovered near the door, talking quickly to Angel and Spike. She thanked Angel for helping in the graveyard, and asked politely to keep looking for Dru. As he walked away from the house, Spike lingered in the foyer. Buffy smiled timidly, leaning against the stairway banister.
"I better get going, pet" he whispered.
"I know. I understand."
"I'll see ya tomorrow night, yeah?" She nodded slightly, excited and scared. He walked to her, whispering "good night," and kissed her on the forehead. She shut the door behind easily, and walked to her friends, who eyed her in a 'we-just-saw-that' way, but none said a word.