Xander sat at the bar, nursing a drink: he managed to get all the way up through Canada and into Alaska with what little savings he had.

The further north, the further away from his memories of Sunnydale in general, and Anya in particular.

"You're listening to Chris Stevens on Radio Cicely." The radio above the bar crackled, "Just reminding you to be open to your dreams, people. Embrace that distant shore. Because our mortal journey is over all too soon."

Xander laughed, a sign behind the bar catching his eye: 'Help wanted; Room and bored'.

"Hey, barkeep." He looked up, "That job still going?"

The End