When Buffy climbed down the stairs to the dining room, Giles, Willow and Xander were sitting at the table.

"Morning!"

"Morning Buffy!" Giles said. " How was your sleep?" he asked while he was gabbing for the butter.

Buffy sat down on the chair next to him. "Good" she lied.

Giles raised one eyebrow in surprise. "Really?"

Buffy looked at him and said empathic " Yeah".

Willow and Xander, who didn't really know what was going on, looked confused at each other.

"Well, I've slept pretty good, too." Xander said in order to help Buffy who obviously started to feel uncomfortable.

Giles took his cup of tea up. "I know."

Xander stopped eating. "How do you…?"

"I've heard your snore!"

Willow and Buffy had to laugh, while Xander tried to overplay that this was embarrassing for him by taking another piece of bread…

The sun was too high for him. He was hiding in the sewerage system for hours. When the sun was rising, he still hadn't discovered where he was, although he knew that he must be in a bigger city.

But the question where he was wasn't the most important thing to him. Spike wondered more about WHY he was here. He should be dead. In his eyes he even deserved to be dead, after all the things he had done. After everything he'd done to her…..

Somewhere a rat was running through the tunnels. But Spike didn't care. It didn't matter to him. Nothing mattered to him, except one person….

The rat crossed Spikes leg, but he didn't react to it. He was too concentrated in thinking about how he could find her.

"Buffy…"

At a drier place a man was sitting in the dust. He was wearing a long black habit. Although it was in the middle of the day and the sun was burning from the sky. The man was surrounded by a circle of red dust. In front of him was an old book. The page, which was opened, showed exact that circle the man was sitting in. Under the picture there was a text in Latin. The man closed his eyes, when he started to say the words from his memory. He had read this text that often that he had memorized every single word. Every pronunciation, although he couldn't hide his Croatian accent.

Some minutes passed, while he was sitting there, saying the words again and again, but nothing happened.

"Shit!"