I shudder, and lean into her, trying to stay warm and comfort her at the same time. Poor girl blames herself, although we know she had no way of stopping it. How was she to know Willow's spell wouldn't work? *We're the only ones left* I think, as I look at Wes and Gunn sleeping across from us, clinging to each other as if it'll change the fact that we're all that's left.

Wesley's still in denial, insisting that because Faith died, there should be another Slayer somewhere. He doesn't get that it won't make a difference, because there're too many of those damn ancient vampire things to ever possibly win.

But when she looks at me, I force myself to smile and a pretty lie escapes my lips,

"We'll be alright."