Buffy felt comfortable. The room she had gotten was in the back of the building. No sounds of traffic, no lights from the street. Only silence.

Buffy felt relieved. It had been so long that she had to share everything with so many people. Her whole house, her bedroom and the worst of all….her bathroom! Now it already seemed like a wonder for her, that she had a whole room just for her alone.

She putted her clothes on the chair, which was standing in front of the window. Opened the covers and slipped into the bed. Before her head had hit the cushion, all the strain passed away from her and she fall asleep.

The street was dark. It was raining. Buffy didn't know where she was, but she was sure that it had a reason why she was here. There was someone lying on the street. The person was wearing a long black coat so she couldn't see the heads from where she was standing. Buffy went closer. After a few steps she could see blond short hair. Tears were running down her face when she recognized him. SPIKE.

He didn't move, but when she wanted to touch him she got torn more and more away from him.

"Spike!" she shouted, but she was already too far away. She closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a long floor. There were some lights at the walls, but they couldn't break through the darkness, which was like a big carpet. Buffy walked along the floor and arrived at a little room with a bed in it. She realized that this room must belong to a hospital, but before she could think more about it she got torn away again. But this time it didn't stop anymore. Buffy was already feeling strangely, like she would have to vomit or something when a gloomy voice whispered: "It's not over yet!"

Buffy was sitting in her bed. She was breathing hardly and the covers were wet from her sweat. When she covered her eyes with her hands she could still feel some tears.

"Calm down!" she whispered. "It had just been a dream." But the same time she said that she wasn't that sure about that.