Xander was watching the aeroplanes take off, Anya by his side. "Oh wow, look, there goes a really big one!" The typical teenaged male exclaimed.
Giles rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Big plane." Anya said as she pointed towards a different plane.
"Oh please! You're not even trying." Xander placed his arm around her shoulders. "You have to get into the spirit of it."
"Look!" Anya said triumphantly, "A coffin. Someone died."
"Okay. Ew." Said Xander, pushing himself away from the glass window and sitting down in a chair. "I'll never be able to watch planes again!" He grumbled to himself.
Anya cast one more longing look at the roughly hewn coffin and pulled herself away from the sight. She sat down next to Xander and turned slightly away from him. "I'm here now. Are you happy? I'm not."
Buffy paced uneasily.
"Is there something wrong Buffy?" Asked Giles.
"It's weird. My spider-sense is tingling. If we were catching this flight at night, I'd say there was a vamp, nearby. But it's broad daylight and the sun is pouring in through those windows so there couldn't possibly be one near, could there?" Buffy looked at Giles, seeking reassurance.