He opened his eyes when he saw the light.
He looked up, and saw Dawn, in a green gown with two shallow cuts in her skin.
"Buffy!" he heard. He reached out to Dawn, and she disappeared.
He looked up to the thing that caught his attention, and saw his slayer, his Buffy, do an experienced dive off of the large unbalanced tower he saw.
"Buffy!" He screamed.
She hit the energy and he watched in horror.
Then she smiled, and he got a little relief out of it. He knew that she wouldn't go down without a fight.
No one, nothing, could just have her.
But he wasn't ready for her to go.
And then her heard it.
/..Promises to keep. You can't have me!.../
He saw her body extend in a dare, and knew she held strong.
Then he heard something more.
/...Wait for me.../
He wasn't sure that he was really hearing it, but he answered anyways, feeling Buffy there.
Then he saw her soul leave her falling body, and swore he saw the golden image of her with the jacket he had given her, the necklace from their first meeting, and her claudaigh ring.
He looked at his hand and saw his own.
His head went back to her face, and saw that his mate was staring at him.
"Forever." He said.
And she smiled.
"Buffy!" He awoke from his dream, startled.
He looked around, getting his bearings.
Then he felt something. The ring was no longer in his drawer.
His claudaigh ring was in its place, the exact position it was placed in, in front of Buffy years ago on a stormy night.
He rolled over to the side of his bed and opened the drawer. Her ring did not remain in there. But where it was, he didn't know.
And for a moment, he wasn't falling.
For a moment, he was almost flying...