"Mom," Anne cried running to the figure.

"That's not Tomorrow," Spike screamed coming in and getting between Anne and the Figure before them. "It's the First in Buffy's body."

"Spike, I'm not the First." The figure assured him. "If I was, you'd be going crazy right about now. I'm real. I would have come sooner, but Tomorrow and I had a long talk."

"Buffy, but how?" Spike asked coming over and hugging her deeply. "God I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." Buffy sighed sadly, "but I can't stay very long, two hours if I'm lucky. I just had to come meet my granddaughter."

"Grandma," Anne asked hesitantly. "The grandma that died before I was born. Mom never told me how much we look like you. Everyone always avoided the subject when I was around."

"I'm sorry I've never come to see you sweetie." Buffy started crying. "But until Tomorrow came and talked to me I had no idea what was going on down here. I had no idea you existed. When I found out, I just had to come and find out about you."

"You'd be proud of her Buf," Spike stated still holding onto Buffy as if his arms could keep her indefinitely. "She's becoming a Slayer. Still hasn't gone out on patrol yet, but she's ready to take care of herself. Just like you and Tomorrow."

"Take care of her Spike. She'll be in danger and she needs you. Anne, it was wonderful to meet you. You're everything I imagined you would be. Be careful and listen to your Grandfather. He knows how to help Slayers survive." Suddenly Buffy looked like she heard something, "I love you both," And with that she vanished right out of Spike's arms.

"Bloody Hell," was all Spike could say, before he collapsed onto the floor mumbling, "I lost her again. I lost her again."

"And she's what's important." Anne glared at him, "It all makes perfect sense. Mom and I look like her. That's why we're so important to you, because we embody her memory and as long as we're alive, a part of her is too. Well what happens if I die before I give you another Buffy look-alike, what if I have a son instead, what if I cut and dye my hair in a strange way so I don't look like her? Would you still care? Would you still have anything to live for?"

"Annie."

"No, I can't deal with this right now. I'm going over to Violet's for awhile."