LAURA

"Dinner!" Jonathan cried as they sat down with a big mac and some fries. "Glorious food!" He picked up the hamburger and took a bite, and then the burger fell through him directly and then the burger slipped through his hands as well. He was noncorporeal again. "This sucks," he yelled.

Andrew looked at him and continued eating his fries. "Wow, that sucks, I'm really hungry."

"You just ate an entire bag of popcorn!"

Andrew thought about this for a second. "I'm like a hobbit in that way."

"I'm gonna be corporeal... now!" Jonathan demanded and then poked the burger. His finger went through it. "That's sort of weird."

Andrew finished his bag of fries and moved onto Jonathan's. Jonathan stared at him. "What?" Andrew asked.

"You," Jonathan said angrily, "are a poof."

Andrew threw down his fries. "A poof! A poof! First you hit on me and then you call me a poof! Why don't you make up your mind?"

Jonathan's lower lip poked out. "I was just... well, it's hard being dead and now I
have all these feelings and I'm so confused and..."

Andrew looked sympathetic. "Jonathan..." he said, truly touched.

"Did you really fall for that, you loser?" Jonathan cried, and swiped the fries from Andrew, triumphantly corporeal. He ate one. "McDonald's fries are what I missed most," he said, satisfied.

Andrew glanced at him.

"Well, the second thing I missed most," he amended, and winked at Andrew, who did that blushy spastic thing.

CAITLIN

"Ok." Andrew delegated, "We still have 2 hours until the movie. What to do? What to do?"

"I don't know, we could...eat somewhere else. Or, something." Jonathan pondered.

"Yeah, I could eat." Andrew said.

"What? You could eat? Again? Geez, you're a pig."

"I am not, I'm a growing boy. I need my nutrition."

"You're like 20 or something."

"You don't even know how old I am?" Andrew said.

"Well, it wasn't really something that seemed important before. You know, trying to take over Sunnydale, kill Buffy."

"Yeah, I guess. I'm 21 by the way."

"21? Oh, I suppose we could go get a drink, eh?"

"Um, no."

"Ok, then let's...go sit in the theater until the movie starts, shall we?"

"Yeah ok."

CHRISSY

"So do you like coming down into the sewers?" Chrissy asked trying to start up a conversation.

"Not really there damp and they smell funny but what can I do? It's not like I have much of a choice you know." He replied.

"Yeah true."

"We're here." Spike said as he climbed the ladder to the street.

"It seems so."

"So what are we seeing again?" Spike asked as he got out of the sewers into the theater janitor room holding out a hand for Chrissy.

"Thanks, and we are seeing Lord of the Rings." She said annoyed as she grabbed his hand.

"What?"

"Forget it, and how did we end up in the janitor room?" She asked very confused.

"Well why not the sewers can take you anywhere you want to go." He said very sarcastically.