Spike trips over a crack in the cement, "Bloody hell." He stumbles to the ground, then lifts himself up. "Good old Sunnydale. I hate this place. Depressing."

Spike walks down the streets of Sunnydale in a trance - looking for a butcher's shop. "Did this place change when I was gone"

"If it did, would you leave?"

"No, but you could try to make me."

"You'd like taht, wouldn't you?"

Spike turns around to find Buffy. "Hey, I know you. You ripped out my heart."

"Are you drunk, Spike"

"Do I look drunk?"

"You look like and idiot. What am I saying? You always look like an idiot."

Spike stumbles towards Buffy. "Oh, slayer, I missed you."

Spike trips over the same crack, and lands on Buffy. Buffy had been holding out a stake at him the whole time. He dusts.