As Giles walked into the hospital a young intern greeted him "Excuse me sir... can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm looking for the..." he paused as he cleaned his glasses "I'm looking for the Mortuary" he said as the intern grew sober

"Yes sir, please follow me" he almost whispered as he led the older man down several halls, at the end of the last one Giles looked up at the brightly lit number's of Room 22 under the bright letters where the white words 'morgue'

The intern told him to stay in the hall as he went to find the mortician

as Giles stared at the swinging door his mind wandered //you unlock this door with the key of imagination, Beyond it is another dimension, a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind//

His trip was stopped short when a man exited the double doors in a white lab coat "Mister Giles?" he asked

Giles looked the other man over and nodded "May I... can I see the body?" he asked and the man nodded sadly I'm sorry you have to do this sir, but we have to make sure it's him" the doctor said before he turned to the door "This way please"

Giles entered the cold room that held the intern and a younger man in a trench coat.

"This is Detective Trilby, he is looking into the young man we had brought in" the doctor said as he lead Giles over to a table "He was shot at close range" he said as he carefully pulled back the sheet covering the body

Giles looked at the body for several seconds as he tried to find his voice, after several failed attempts he shakily removed his glassed and nodded slowly "How... how did he die?" he asked the doctor when the detective stepped up

"He was shot with an automatic pistol at close range, the ballistics say the gun in his hand was the same one that killed him so we're ruling it a suicide" Trilby said.

Giles had turned away from the corpse and was cleaning his glasses when the detective made his statement, the sound of breaking glass preceded the impact of Rippers fist into the Detectives jaw

"Ya bleedin git, how dare you piss around and say something like that" he snarled as the detective held his jaw and stared up at the Englishman as he continued to stand over him "If you ever say anything about him again I will make damn sure I feed yer bleedin corpse to the biggest... 'Gang member on PCP' I can find" he said as he took a step closer "and be damned sure of this you wanker, I can find a big damned Gang member to feed you to" he told the downed man before he turned back to the two Doctors

"That's Alexander Harris, do what you must and I'll arrange funeral proceedings for the body" he said before he turned back to the man on the floor "And you had better piss off before something other then running into a door happens" he said before he left the now deathly silent morgue

the ride back to his apartment was spent forcing the ripper back into his dormant state, the sun was down and night had fallen once again on Sunnydale when he pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car, he quietly climbed the steps and opened the door to a very concerned group, Faith and Angel had arrived and he stared at the small group around him //Buffy, Angel, Willow, Oz and Faith// he thought as he looked closely at the small group "I'm afraid I have some... bad news" he said slowly.