"You aren't okay." Riley said. He was driving Buffy back to her dorm.
Buffy hesitated before answering, "No."
"What happened?"
"Nothing," Buffy said, but then continued, "I don't know. I don't know... Last time this happened I understood it. I knew why James picked me, and I felt like I understood myself better afterwards. This time... I don't get what just happened"
"Do you want to talk about it? We can do some supernatural psychoanalysis."
"Well..." Buffy said carefully, "For one thing… Last time, James felt guilty and so did I. But this ghost was lonely, and I-I'm not. I have you, I have my friends."
"Maybe she didn't identify with you, maybe she wanted to be you."
"If she wanted to feel loved then why choose Giles? Why not you? Why not Xander and Anya?"
"That was for the other ghost to decide, right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right." Buffy lied, but she couldn't hide her frustration.
"You helped her, you helped them both. That's the important thing," Riley assured her.
Buffy raised a hand to her forehead and leaned her arm on the window. "I just wasn't expecting to be so confused."
They spent the rest of the ride in silence.
When they pulled up in front of her dorm Riley started to say good night, but Buffy interrupted him.
"Can you sleep over?"
Riley hesitated. "You seem kinda shaken up."
"Yeah, I'd just really like the company."
Riley did stay the night. Buffy curled up against him in bed and tried her best to fall asleep.