Disclaimer: So not mine.
The crater of Sunnydale falls away behind them like a bad dream, and Xander drives them on into the desert in the clanking school bus. He feels like he has emerged from a great dark shadow; he sees a future on the horizon. Even his eye no longer hurts.
Hours later, they stop for gas and sandwiches at a dusty service station, and they all begin to pile off the bus, inordinately grateful for leg-stretching and food opportunities.
"Aw, crap," announces Buffy.
They all turn to look at her, questioningly.
"I think I left my wallet back at the house."