"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.
