Author's note: I have had a request for a Gunn chapter, so here it is…drabble number 3!
As Gunn lay in his dreary hospital bed, deep in the belly of the dragon that was Wolfram and Hart, his traitor mind turned to Fred. She was everything he was, even though their relationship was long over, she had still represented everything he had dreamed for. His hope. But he dreamed no more, he hoped no more. She was gone, her very essence destroyed in the resurrection of that blue demoness. "God no," he thought. "Please, don't make me remember." But he did remember. Remembered the triumphant, reverent smile on Knox's face. Remembered Fred's big brown eyes, and her soft, sweet voice. Remembered the grief and betrayal Wesley's face had shown, as he had rammed the knife into Gunn's stomach. "You let her die…" he had said. Gunn closed his eyes, and surrendered himself to the flow of guilty memories.