After nightfall of day 5 his vampire senses picked up an eerily familiar sound from just outside the crypt. One of his kind getting dusted. Followed by what could only be a figment of his sleep deprived imagination - Buffy laughing triumphantly and throwing some bad quip at the recently deceased. It couldn't be. He stood just inside his door, listening to retreating footsteps that sounded so much like hers it turned his insides out. He had seen her lying there. And there was a new gravestone in the cemetery that had her name on it. He'd never known her middle name... He shook his head in an attempt to clear it. It couldn't be. No way could she be walking around Sunnydale. Somebody would have told him. He huffed out a bitter laugh. As if.