InsaneJournal

The world is dark. The room is silent. No one has any words.

It's as though the entire combined vocabulary of every inhabitant of the room has simply fled, leaving the scoobies without means of communication beyond weeping and silent, empty faced stares.

What is there to say? What words could possibly express the grief felt by all the silent, stony faced people in Buffy Summers' living room?

No, it's not even her living room anymore...dead people don't own houses.

Somewhere in the back of Dawn's mind, she registers that the house is hers now.

He follows her. It is instantaneous and an impulse that he can't control. He follows her up the stairs like a devoted puppy.

The demon in him roars in protest.

The grieving man within him doesn't give a damn.