"Oh," Buffy said quietly, slumping back into Giles' couch.
"Why should it be Buffy?" Willow said anxiously, gesturing for the book. Giles relinquished it and Willow read the extract for herself.
"Most telling is the millennial stars," Giles said heavily, "meaning that the Slayer it refers to is around during the millennium. The one that was assassinated refers to Sarah, as Desuin are assassins. That same Desuin, the Relentless one, will come after what I believe is the reincarnation of Sarah, as they are tempered the same. The gift is the sight, and that is the dreams that Buffy has been experiencing."
"You've really thought about this," Willow said.
"I wouldn't even have brought up the possibility if I wasn't fairly sure I was right, Willow," Giles said a little more sharply than he had intended.
"And you think I'm Sarah's reincarnation," Buffy said distantly.
"I believe so," he replied gently, focusing with concern on his Slayer.
"So that's what I have to look forward to," she said with a bark of harsh laughter, "more of the same. No eternal rest, no heaven, not even just some blessed nothingness. I just fight until I die, and then I come back and fight until I die again."
"Buffy," Willow said in distress, reaching for her friend. Buffy evaded her hand, jumping up and walking over to the window quickly. She stared out without seeing anything, her fingers reaching for her necklace and beginning to twist it agitatedly. Somehow, the action calmed her, let her think through the haze her mind was enveloped in. She glanced down at the chain, and the silver cross that hung from it.
Oh. It was that necklace. That necklace had got her through many an encounter with an angry vamp ... including the Master's Luke.
"I've beaten prophecies before," she said, turning to fix Giles with a steady eye. She was pleased that her voice did not waver.
"Technically, you didn't beat the prophecy about the Master," he said lowly, "as you did die."
"But I got around it," she said sternly. "And I'll get around this one."
Giles closed his eyes painfully. "Buffy, I want more than anything for that to happen," he began haltingly, "but ..."
"It said the same end for me and Sarah," Buffy interrupted. "That means if I find out how she died, I've got more of a chance of stopping it from happening to me."
"That's as may be," Giles said, "but we have no way of assuming that dreams will continue, and -"
"Giles," Buffy said, effectively stopping him once again. "Do they teach you hypnosis in Watcher school?"
* * * * *
"It may be that nothing comes of this, Buffy," Giles warned, making sure she was settled comfortably on his worn couch. "Hypnotising Slayers has been tried only a couple of times before, by men with more skill and experience than I possess."
She gave him a sweet smile, "I trust you, Giles."
There was a knock on the door, then it opened and Xander peered around the door, entering moments later.
"I've brought the pig," he said, holding Mr Gordo up in the air. "Someone want to tell me why I've brought the pig?"
"Just give me the pig," Buffy said, reaching up for the familiar stuffed animal.
"It's to help keep her grounded while Giles hypnotises her," Willow explained succinctly.
Xander placed the plush pink pig in Buffy's outstretched arms with proper reverence, then turned to Willow. Buffy cuddled Mr Gordo to her chest, taking the same comfort in him that she had when she was a little girl.
"Why are we hypnotising her?" Xander asked with a puzzled expression. "Ooh! Can I ask a couple of questions?" He gave Willow a comical leer and waggled his eyebrows.
Willow and Giles shared a look, then Willow grabbed Xander's arm and pulled him out of the room so she could give him the full story.
"Are you ready?" Giles asked softly, rearranging the cushion supporting Buffy's head.
"Yes," she said positively.
Only the tight grip she used to clutch Mr Gordo to her betrayed her nervousness.
"Alright," Giles said, taking a deep breath. Buffy closed her eyes and mirrored it. He reached over and flipped the recording button on the tape player, then readied a pen to take notes.
"I want you to imagine yourself floating," he said in a soft, soothing voice, "you are relaxed; there is nowhere you need to go and nothing you need to do ..."
* * * * *
"It's definitely about her?" Xander said desperately, closeted in the bathroom with Willow.
"Looks like it," Willow said sadly.
Xander reached for her and the two old friends embraced tightly, drawing comfort from each other.
"It's like..." Xander began aimlessly, "every morning, I wake up and I know there's a chance she might be ... dead ... but I don't *know*, you know?"
"I know," Willow agreed, "your head realises she could be and your heart just dismisses it."
"But sometime the head's gonna be right," Xander said flatly.
"She's determined she's going to do everything she can to fight this prophecy," Willow said, trying to regain some perk.
"But there's always going to be another one," Xander replied.
"Yeah, but ... we can't think like that," she said.
They stood in despairing silence for long minutes.
"Do you want to ..." Willow said eventually, indicating the door.
Xander nodded and they crept out into the living room.
Giles looked up briefly and nodded to them in acknowledgement, then transferred all of his attention back to Buffy, who was talking in a bright, faintly accented tone.
"She's a good Watcher... not that I've had another, but Catherine has been good to me, and her family accepted me quickly as one of their own."
"What about your own family?" Giles said, softly; not particularly needing the answer, but feeling an odd affection for this girl Sarah... this girl who must have, at least to some degree, shaped Buffy and who she was. The woman he loved as a daughter, and cared for as a Slayer.
And now, whose death he tried to prevent by dragging her back to a death he wasn't even sure was an accurate memory.
Buffy's voice, with the unfamiliar lilt, wavered. "I have six brothers and sisters, all younger, but I hardly know them. My parents like to see me sometimes and we write, but sometimes when I go home I feel that my parents are resentful that I can't send them money like the other people who have left the village do. I've been with Catherine's family for nearly three and a half years."
"How old are you?" Giles asked.
"Nineteen," she answered.
Willow couldn't contain a soft gasp, "That's Buffy's age."
"I am aware of that, Willow," Giles said a little more sharply than he meant. "It's a perfectly common age for a Slayer."
"I had my Cruciamentum two months ago," Buffy said darkly. "Catherine sometimes gets upset because I still won't eat the food she prepares for me, but her daughter Alison understands."
"How old is Alison?" Giles said, slightly surprised. He flipped through Catherine's Watcher's Diary quickly; no mention of children of her own.
"My age," Buffy said, her own tone surprised, "one of twins. Richard is her brother. He occasionally trains with me, but Catherine won't allow it so much since I became the Slayer."
"What? When was that?" Xander said, directing it at Giles.
"Just over eighteen months ago," Buffy answered.
"Then how come she's been with her Watcher so long?" Xander said more quietly, for Giles to answer.
"Most Slayers are found and trained from an early age, even if they never get Called," Willow said impatiently, "Buffy was an exception."
"An error in the Council files," Giles muttered. "Evan Holmes spent six years trying to train a perfectly normal girl named Bunny Smith."
"How are Slayers found, then?" Xander said.
Giles rolled his eyes, "Xander, it's pleasant that you're taking an interest, but do you think it could possibly be postponed until I *don't* have a Slayer in an altered state of consciousness waiting for me to find out how we can save her life?"
"Sorry," Xander said in a cowed tone, withdrawing.
"I often train alone now," Buffy was saying, unaware of the conversation taking place two feet and three centuries away from her. "Catherine's husband is something of a craftsman and sometimes tries to invent devices to help me," she giggled, "they don't usually work, but I love him for it."
"Seventeenth century Stairmaster," Xander muttered in an aside to Willow. She grinned, but shushed him, intent on Buffy's face; it was undeniably Buffy, with all of her own expressions, but with subtle differences, tiny quirks, that meant at the same time she was undeniably Sarah. The differences only seemed to highlight how similar they were.
"Occasionally I spar with both Richard and David at the same time, it offers more of a challenge," Buffy said idly.
Giles looked up, his eyes meeting Willow's with a significant look that told her it was the first time that Buffy had mentioned the familiar name.
"David?" Giles said carefully, fighting to keep his voice dispassionate. "Who is David, Sarah?"
"David is my..." her voice trembled and trailed off.
"Sarah?" he prompted.
She was silent. Driven by an unknown instinct, Willow moved forward and took Buffy's hand in her own. Giles was about to caution her when Buffy squeezed her hand gratefully and resumed speaking.
"David and I... he is my love, though none but us know it."
"None but you?" Giles echoed, unsure how to proceed. He looked at Willow, a little helplessly; she shrugged and made a 'go-on' gesture.
"None but you know it," he said more confidently. Willow rolled her eyes.
Buffy hesitated.
"Sarah?" he said.
"Alison and Richard also know," Buffy said in a rush, "but if Catherine found out about us, and that they knew..."
"She wouldn't approve?" Willow said, too surprised to stay silent.
"Of course not," Buffy said as if it were obvious. "I am the Slayer."
Willow sagged back in her seat, really appreciating for the first time just how free Giles had been with Buffy; letting her have friends, boyfriends, go out. Even stay with her mother.
Willow had him to thank for her friendship with Buffy... yet she knew that Buffy perhaps had her friendship, all their friendships, to thank for her life.
"How did you and David meet?" Giles asked gently, morbidly eager to find out about their relationship, and whether it at all mirrored the relationship Buffy would have with Angel in her time.
"He lives in the next village. His elder sister married well, and we met at a ball she had arranged. She is trying to get him betrothed," a slight unhappiness entered her voice, "nobody knows that he is already married, in spirit and deed if not in law."
"Would a marriage between you not be accepted?"
"Never. I am accepted in their house, but I would not be so welcome in their family. He is above me ... gossips whisper in the street about my guardian and the hours he allows me to keep. I have been found more than once out late at night, and yet naturally my Slaying must remain a secret. Catherine and I move around frequently... I feel guilty because she has to move the whole family. I fear we are not so far away from such a move now."
"What will happen to your relationship with David?"
"He says he will follow me wherever I am called; promises to be with me always. I wish to believe him, but I fear the decision is out of his hands. Should he leave for me or with me he will be disinherited. He scoffs at my fears, says he doesn't care about that as long as he is with me, and for all I feel the same I cannot allow him to sacrifice so much for me. He swears that our meeting was destiny, and that destiny will keep him close by my side."
"Giles," Willow interrupted quietly, "this isn't really..."
Giles nodded at her and began to take Buffy to what he knew to be the night of Sarah's death.
"Sarah, I want to go forward a little... do you remember fighting a Desuin demon?"
"Yes. I was afraid; little but vampires has ever been observed in this area, and I was not prepared for an unfamiliar demon. A travesty for a Slayer; I should have been."
"Did you meet that demon again?"
"Yes."
Giles noted her apparent reluctance to go on, but nudged her anyway.
"Can we go through that night, Sarah?"
"We were ..."
"We?"
"David and I. He does not often accompany me on patrol," her tone became wistful, "but he can handle himself well now when called upon to battle. He declares it an honour to watch me fight, and more so to fight at my side. But," she giggled girlishly, "I find him to be something of a distraction, so -"
"That night, Sarah."
"We walked by the stream. There is a natural cave formation there which is often chosen by vampires. We went in together, and..." her voice trembled.
Giles looked at Willow, allowing her to see his hesitation at forcing Buffy/Sarah to relive what had to be painful memories. She gave a tiny nod to indicate that she thought he should continue, and he did.
"Tell me what happened, Sarah."
"The demon attacked before we had time to adjust to the darkness," she said bleakly. "As the Slayer, I was able to avoid its sword, but David was injured. It was not grievous, but he was unable to fight. I had to protect him and... the demon was easily able to attack me."
"What is the last thing you remember?"
"The demon caught me on the head and I fell."
She was silent.
"You fell?"
"Into a faint."
"That is the last thing you remember?"
"Yes. I failed him," she began to cry softly, "he must have been killed ... I couldn't ..."
"Bring her out," Xander said suddenly, pleadingly.
"Yes, I think we're finished," Giles said, fighting not to show how affected he was. He leaned over Buffy and called in a clear voice, "When I clap my hands, you will wake up Buffy Summers, in the year 2000."
He clapped sharply and Buffy's eyes shot open. She drew in a breath and expelled it with a long hiss, than pulled herself up to a sitting position, unconsciously clutching Mr Gordo.
"Well," she said shakily, "that was interesting."
"She could have hit her head when she fell and gotten brain damage," Willow reasoned.
"No," Buffy said, staring into nothingness, "it was the demon. The demon killed her. Me. I know it."
"And, there's the prophecy," Giles said tiredly, removing his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"But you still don't know how it killed her," Xander pointed out, "so the whole thing was kind of a bust, no?"
"No," Buffy said. She fixed big eyes on him, and he shivered involuntarily, unnerved.
"Buffy, as far as I can see, he's right," Giles said, "Sarah was unconscious at the point of death and so neither dreams nor further hypnosis will be able to procure the minutiae of her decease."
"Yeah, and you won't be able to find out how she died," Xander said.
Giles shot him a wearied look.
Buffy returned to her staring, dismissing them all.
"Not from my mind we won't," she said dreamily.
* * * * *
"Why should it be Buffy?" Willow said anxiously, gesturing for the book. Giles relinquished it and Willow read the extract for herself.
"Most telling is the millennial stars," Giles said heavily, "meaning that the Slayer it refers to is around during the millennium. The one that was assassinated refers to Sarah, as Desuin are assassins. That same Desuin, the Relentless one, will come after what I believe is the reincarnation of Sarah, as they are tempered the same. The gift is the sight, and that is the dreams that Buffy has been experiencing."
"You've really thought about this," Willow said.
"I wouldn't even have brought up the possibility if I wasn't fairly sure I was right, Willow," Giles said a little more sharply than he had intended.
"And you think I'm Sarah's reincarnation," Buffy said distantly.
"I believe so," he replied gently, focusing with concern on his Slayer.
"So that's what I have to look forward to," she said with a bark of harsh laughter, "more of the same. No eternal rest, no heaven, not even just some blessed nothingness. I just fight until I die, and then I come back and fight until I die again."
"Buffy," Willow said in distress, reaching for her friend. Buffy evaded her hand, jumping up and walking over to the window quickly. She stared out without seeing anything, her fingers reaching for her necklace and beginning to twist it agitatedly. Somehow, the action calmed her, let her think through the haze her mind was enveloped in. She glanced down at the chain, and the silver cross that hung from it.
Oh. It was that necklace. That necklace had got her through many an encounter with an angry vamp ... including the Master's Luke.
"I've beaten prophecies before," she said, turning to fix Giles with a steady eye. She was pleased that her voice did not waver.
"Technically, you didn't beat the prophecy about the Master," he said lowly, "as you did die."
"But I got around it," she said sternly. "And I'll get around this one."
Giles closed his eyes painfully. "Buffy, I want more than anything for that to happen," he began haltingly, "but ..."
"It said the same end for me and Sarah," Buffy interrupted. "That means if I find out how she died, I've got more of a chance of stopping it from happening to me."
"That's as may be," Giles said, "but we have no way of assuming that dreams will continue, and -"
"Giles," Buffy said, effectively stopping him once again. "Do they teach you hypnosis in Watcher school?"
* * * * *
"It may be that nothing comes of this, Buffy," Giles warned, making sure she was settled comfortably on his worn couch. "Hypnotising Slayers has been tried only a couple of times before, by men with more skill and experience than I possess."
She gave him a sweet smile, "I trust you, Giles."
There was a knock on the door, then it opened and Xander peered around the door, entering moments later.
"I've brought the pig," he said, holding Mr Gordo up in the air. "Someone want to tell me why I've brought the pig?"
"Just give me the pig," Buffy said, reaching up for the familiar stuffed animal.
"It's to help keep her grounded while Giles hypnotises her," Willow explained succinctly.
Xander placed the plush pink pig in Buffy's outstretched arms with proper reverence, then turned to Willow. Buffy cuddled Mr Gordo to her chest, taking the same comfort in him that she had when she was a little girl.
"Why are we hypnotising her?" Xander asked with a puzzled expression. "Ooh! Can I ask a couple of questions?" He gave Willow a comical leer and waggled his eyebrows.
Willow and Giles shared a look, then Willow grabbed Xander's arm and pulled him out of the room so she could give him the full story.
"Are you ready?" Giles asked softly, rearranging the cushion supporting Buffy's head.
"Yes," she said positively.
Only the tight grip she used to clutch Mr Gordo to her betrayed her nervousness.
"Alright," Giles said, taking a deep breath. Buffy closed her eyes and mirrored it. He reached over and flipped the recording button on the tape player, then readied a pen to take notes.
"I want you to imagine yourself floating," he said in a soft, soothing voice, "you are relaxed; there is nowhere you need to go and nothing you need to do ..."
* * * * *
"It's definitely about her?" Xander said desperately, closeted in the bathroom with Willow.
"Looks like it," Willow said sadly.
Xander reached for her and the two old friends embraced tightly, drawing comfort from each other.
"It's like..." Xander began aimlessly, "every morning, I wake up and I know there's a chance she might be ... dead ... but I don't *know*, you know?"
"I know," Willow agreed, "your head realises she could be and your heart just dismisses it."
"But sometime the head's gonna be right," Xander said flatly.
"She's determined she's going to do everything she can to fight this prophecy," Willow said, trying to regain some perk.
"But there's always going to be another one," Xander replied.
"Yeah, but ... we can't think like that," she said.
They stood in despairing silence for long minutes.
"Do you want to ..." Willow said eventually, indicating the door.
Xander nodded and they crept out into the living room.
Giles looked up briefly and nodded to them in acknowledgement, then transferred all of his attention back to Buffy, who was talking in a bright, faintly accented tone.
"She's a good Watcher... not that I've had another, but Catherine has been good to me, and her family accepted me quickly as one of their own."
"What about your own family?" Giles said, softly; not particularly needing the answer, but feeling an odd affection for this girl Sarah... this girl who must have, at least to some degree, shaped Buffy and who she was. The woman he loved as a daughter, and cared for as a Slayer.
And now, whose death he tried to prevent by dragging her back to a death he wasn't even sure was an accurate memory.
Buffy's voice, with the unfamiliar lilt, wavered. "I have six brothers and sisters, all younger, but I hardly know them. My parents like to see me sometimes and we write, but sometimes when I go home I feel that my parents are resentful that I can't send them money like the other people who have left the village do. I've been with Catherine's family for nearly three and a half years."
"How old are you?" Giles asked.
"Nineteen," she answered.
Willow couldn't contain a soft gasp, "That's Buffy's age."
"I am aware of that, Willow," Giles said a little more sharply than he meant. "It's a perfectly common age for a Slayer."
"I had my Cruciamentum two months ago," Buffy said darkly. "Catherine sometimes gets upset because I still won't eat the food she prepares for me, but her daughter Alison understands."
"How old is Alison?" Giles said, slightly surprised. He flipped through Catherine's Watcher's Diary quickly; no mention of children of her own.
"My age," Buffy said, her own tone surprised, "one of twins. Richard is her brother. He occasionally trains with me, but Catherine won't allow it so much since I became the Slayer."
"What? When was that?" Xander said, directing it at Giles.
"Just over eighteen months ago," Buffy answered.
"Then how come she's been with her Watcher so long?" Xander said more quietly, for Giles to answer.
"Most Slayers are found and trained from an early age, even if they never get Called," Willow said impatiently, "Buffy was an exception."
"An error in the Council files," Giles muttered. "Evan Holmes spent six years trying to train a perfectly normal girl named Bunny Smith."
"How are Slayers found, then?" Xander said.
Giles rolled his eyes, "Xander, it's pleasant that you're taking an interest, but do you think it could possibly be postponed until I *don't* have a Slayer in an altered state of consciousness waiting for me to find out how we can save her life?"
"Sorry," Xander said in a cowed tone, withdrawing.
"I often train alone now," Buffy was saying, unaware of the conversation taking place two feet and three centuries away from her. "Catherine's husband is something of a craftsman and sometimes tries to invent devices to help me," she giggled, "they don't usually work, but I love him for it."
"Seventeenth century Stairmaster," Xander muttered in an aside to Willow. She grinned, but shushed him, intent on Buffy's face; it was undeniably Buffy, with all of her own expressions, but with subtle differences, tiny quirks, that meant at the same time she was undeniably Sarah. The differences only seemed to highlight how similar they were.
"Occasionally I spar with both Richard and David at the same time, it offers more of a challenge," Buffy said idly.
Giles looked up, his eyes meeting Willow's with a significant look that told her it was the first time that Buffy had mentioned the familiar name.
"David?" Giles said carefully, fighting to keep his voice dispassionate. "Who is David, Sarah?"
"David is my..." her voice trembled and trailed off.
"Sarah?" he prompted.
She was silent. Driven by an unknown instinct, Willow moved forward and took Buffy's hand in her own. Giles was about to caution her when Buffy squeezed her hand gratefully and resumed speaking.
"David and I... he is my love, though none but us know it."
"None but you?" Giles echoed, unsure how to proceed. He looked at Willow, a little helplessly; she shrugged and made a 'go-on' gesture.
"None but you know it," he said more confidently. Willow rolled her eyes.
Buffy hesitated.
"Sarah?" he said.
"Alison and Richard also know," Buffy said in a rush, "but if Catherine found out about us, and that they knew..."
"She wouldn't approve?" Willow said, too surprised to stay silent.
"Of course not," Buffy said as if it were obvious. "I am the Slayer."
Willow sagged back in her seat, really appreciating for the first time just how free Giles had been with Buffy; letting her have friends, boyfriends, go out. Even stay with her mother.
Willow had him to thank for her friendship with Buffy... yet she knew that Buffy perhaps had her friendship, all their friendships, to thank for her life.
"How did you and David meet?" Giles asked gently, morbidly eager to find out about their relationship, and whether it at all mirrored the relationship Buffy would have with Angel in her time.
"He lives in the next village. His elder sister married well, and we met at a ball she had arranged. She is trying to get him betrothed," a slight unhappiness entered her voice, "nobody knows that he is already married, in spirit and deed if not in law."
"Would a marriage between you not be accepted?"
"Never. I am accepted in their house, but I would not be so welcome in their family. He is above me ... gossips whisper in the street about my guardian and the hours he allows me to keep. I have been found more than once out late at night, and yet naturally my Slaying must remain a secret. Catherine and I move around frequently... I feel guilty because she has to move the whole family. I fear we are not so far away from such a move now."
"What will happen to your relationship with David?"
"He says he will follow me wherever I am called; promises to be with me always. I wish to believe him, but I fear the decision is out of his hands. Should he leave for me or with me he will be disinherited. He scoffs at my fears, says he doesn't care about that as long as he is with me, and for all I feel the same I cannot allow him to sacrifice so much for me. He swears that our meeting was destiny, and that destiny will keep him close by my side."
"Giles," Willow interrupted quietly, "this isn't really..."
Giles nodded at her and began to take Buffy to what he knew to be the night of Sarah's death.
"Sarah, I want to go forward a little... do you remember fighting a Desuin demon?"
"Yes. I was afraid; little but vampires has ever been observed in this area, and I was not prepared for an unfamiliar demon. A travesty for a Slayer; I should have been."
"Did you meet that demon again?"
"Yes."
Giles noted her apparent reluctance to go on, but nudged her anyway.
"Can we go through that night, Sarah?"
"We were ..."
"We?"
"David and I. He does not often accompany me on patrol," her tone became wistful, "but he can handle himself well now when called upon to battle. He declares it an honour to watch me fight, and more so to fight at my side. But," she giggled girlishly, "I find him to be something of a distraction, so -"
"That night, Sarah."
"We walked by the stream. There is a natural cave formation there which is often chosen by vampires. We went in together, and..." her voice trembled.
Giles looked at Willow, allowing her to see his hesitation at forcing Buffy/Sarah to relive what had to be painful memories. She gave a tiny nod to indicate that she thought he should continue, and he did.
"Tell me what happened, Sarah."
"The demon attacked before we had time to adjust to the darkness," she said bleakly. "As the Slayer, I was able to avoid its sword, but David was injured. It was not grievous, but he was unable to fight. I had to protect him and... the demon was easily able to attack me."
"What is the last thing you remember?"
"The demon caught me on the head and I fell."
She was silent.
"You fell?"
"Into a faint."
"That is the last thing you remember?"
"Yes. I failed him," she began to cry softly, "he must have been killed ... I couldn't ..."
"Bring her out," Xander said suddenly, pleadingly.
"Yes, I think we're finished," Giles said, fighting not to show how affected he was. He leaned over Buffy and called in a clear voice, "When I clap my hands, you will wake up Buffy Summers, in the year 2000."
He clapped sharply and Buffy's eyes shot open. She drew in a breath and expelled it with a long hiss, than pulled herself up to a sitting position, unconsciously clutching Mr Gordo.
"Well," she said shakily, "that was interesting."
"She could have hit her head when she fell and gotten brain damage," Willow reasoned.
"No," Buffy said, staring into nothingness, "it was the demon. The demon killed her. Me. I know it."
"And, there's the prophecy," Giles said tiredly, removing his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"But you still don't know how it killed her," Xander pointed out, "so the whole thing was kind of a bust, no?"
"No," Buffy said. She fixed big eyes on him, and he shivered involuntarily, unnerved.
"Buffy, as far as I can see, he's right," Giles said, "Sarah was unconscious at the point of death and so neither dreams nor further hypnosis will be able to procure the minutiae of her decease."
"Yeah, and you won't be able to find out how she died," Xander said.
Giles shot him a wearied look.
Buffy returned to her staring, dismissing them all.
"Not from my mind we won't," she said dreamily.
* * * * *