" Buffy." Came a voice from upstairs, Buffy looked up and then smiled to Drusilla.
" Think again about your answer. I'll be back in a few to give you a retake." With that Buffy turned and walked up the stairs.
" Hey." Willow said as Buffy stepped up the stairs and shut the basement door.
" What is it?" Buffy asked her friend. Willow stepped up to Buffy and took a bite of the go-gurt that she was eating.
" I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Bronze with me... We haven't done anything together since... Well... You died." Willow said, " I'll pay."
" Yeah, that's OK Willow. But I'll pay for myself." Buffy said.
" So how's Drusilla?" Willow asked as she offered some of the go-gurt to Buffy, Buffy shook her head no and smiled.
" She's the same." Buffy said.
" Same old kooky Drusilla self?" Willow smiled. She threw away the go-gurt package and walked to the fridge and grabbed a Dasani. She opened it and took a long drink.
" Yeah." Buffy laughed, " So tonight?"
" Tonight?" Willow asked.
" Yeah, is it ok?" Buffy asked, " Me and Spike aren't going anywhere and I'm not going to patrol, Shh don't tell Giles."
" Yeah, it's ok. And I wouldn't tell Giles, you died for heavens sake. You deserve a break." Willow said.
" And... don't you think Giles would be acting a bit different?"
" Different?" Willow asked not quite getting what her friend was saying.
" His slayer died and he doesn't even remember me and yet he is taking full responsibility for me."
" Yeah." Willow said, " You'd think that if his slayer died that he would be a bit shaken up."
" But he's not." Buffy though for a second.
" Well he is a watcher, maybe he was taught that death isn't a big deal in the slayer line. There's always another one." Willow said.
" Yeah." Buffy agreed.
" Slayer." sang a voice from the other room.
" Spike's home." Buffy smiled. She walked into the living room and Willow followed.
" Hey." Spike said. Willow grabbed the bag from him and put it in the kitchen, it was a big bag of packets of blood.
" Hey." Buffy smiled. She gave him a hug, and he kissed her forehead.
" How's Dru?" Spike asked.
" Fine." Buffy said.
" Have you talked to her yet?" He asked, he started to walk to the basement.
" Yeah I kind of started to tease her." Buffy said.
" Oh ... Hey, where's Joyce?" Spike asked, " I haven't seen her all day."
" Think, have you seem Giles today either?" Buffy asked.
" Think about it Buffy, why would I see your Watcher?"
" Good question. But anyways there on a date."
" A date? No way." Spike laughed.
" I'm serious." Buffy said, " They want to some grand opening for a museum or something."
" ... and this piece is by an unknown artist." The guide said. The picture had a dozens of wide eyed children and women staring blankly staring. (They were staring at where the artist would have stood drawing it) They were in old-fashioned clothes and by the looks of it, it seemed like it was made around the early 1900's in a rich community. They were all in a room that was small with no windows. There was four people standing in the corner that looked out of place. One girl was smiling wickedly, another girl looked a bit bored, a man with longer blondish hair looked impatient, and the other male have his hands around the bored woman's hips liking his lips. Any ameture looker wouldn't have noticed the four, but Joyce was always looking for unique things in picture. Joyce looked up at the picture and started to talk to Giles.
" Look at this." Joyce said pulling Giles up and pushing her way through a group of people.
" What?" Giles asked Joyce.
" Who do they look like?" Joyce said. Giles took off his glasses and looked clostly.
" Oh my lord."