****

Spike’s old crypt was bare.  There were a few things strewn about, but nothing of importance.  Spike sat on his old chair with his eyes closed holding a hammer.  I have to try again, he thought.  Spike stood up, went to the door out and tried the handle again.  Locked.  He hit the doorknob with the hammer and when he had no luck opening it, he threw the hammer across the room.  He changed his tactics.  Using his shoulder as leverage, he charged the door over and over until his shoulder was sore.  He runs to his ‘back door’ and tried it again.  Locked.  Frustrated, he knocked over anything he could get his hands on trying to find a way out of here. 

Spike stood in the middle of his old crypt, tears falling down his face, “Buffyyyyyyy!”  After saying her same, he fell to the floor and cried trying to hold back, but with no luck.  “Buffy.”

****

In the shrine, True stood naked in front of the bassinet carrying Buffy’s and Spike’s child inside.  He used the dagger in his hand to cut wounds all over his body.  The wounds weren’t large, but they were big enough to allow blood to flow with ease on the floor creating a puddle below True.  True spoke to the bright light that filled the room.  “I ask to be heard.”

A group of voices both male and female filled the room, thundering and dominant, “Hortantrue the Shadow.  We acknowledge your presence.  What is your request?”

****  

Willow, Xander, Tara and Anya sat in the living room of Buffy’s home. 

“She just has to get used to the idea,” Xander told the ladies trying to believe it himself.

“Yeah,” Anya said agreeing with her man softly.

“But, what was she saying about a baby?”  Willow said looking confused.  “She said she wanted her baby.”

“Mmmmmaybe in dddeath,” Tara stuttered.  “She conttttinued with her life and had a bbbabbby.”

“Maybe,” Willow said not really knowing what to believe.  “I’m just glad Dawn’s on that school trip until next week.  I just wish Giles was here.”