"Dear Buffy,"
"I hope this letter finds you safely home. Since you've gone, things have been... weird to say the least. I scarcely know what to do with myself. Been takin' care of the Nibblet, of course. Even taken time out of my busy schedule of brooding to watch over the witches, Harris, and Anyanka. You should see me- it's sad really. Close to beatin' the poofter out for brooding. The watcher's headin' back to England soon as the whole business with you is over. Got the 'bot back together for those meetings to keep Dawn from going back to her dad. Stupid bloke doesn't even realize you're gone. As if any of us could miss it."
"The watcher asked me to keep up patrols 'round here. Told him I would. Promised lil' bit, anyways."
"Actually, I'm about to head over to see her. The burial is tonight. Sweet bit made sure it was at dusk so that I could be there."
"I'd better leave now. Hate to be late, she's as impatient as you are-"
he paused, and scribbled it out, "as you were. Anyway, pet. I guess what I'm trying to say is... you maybe lost to us, but never forgotten."



Best Wishes for Safe Passage,
William Benjamin Lockley



Spike sighed, brushing away another few tears as he crumpled up yet another letter never to be sent.
He stood and reached for his jacket. Better go. Didn't want to keep Dawn waiting.