In the future, someone else is mourning Spike and that someone is Buffy chanting a Latin language.
The Book of Time Travel laid sprayed out against a round desk as she put in her own blood to the mix of ingredients.
All the power she used made her dizzy and several minutes passed when she woke up. Not in her room or even country. Someplace in the middle of a shadowy wood.
"Ello'", joked a voice. Irish. So, she was sent to Ireland. Where Angel spent the last few days of his life before turning into a vicious killer.
Things got out of control as she was pulled back to the future. "NO...!"
Buffy knocked the ingredients of essence and witchal herb off the rounded table. Frustrated beyond belief. It should have worked, the magician told her it would work!
Then, the liar weaseled dollars out of her!
Angel and Spike were dressed as American Revolutionary soldiers. Blood and flames and cannon balls. The shout of someone screaming.
Flesh burning. She actually seen images and they lead her to another person.
A Gypsy.