Buffy: Hey.
Spike: You should go back inside. Finish the big group sing. Get your kum-ba-yayas out.
Buffy: I don't want to.
Spike: The day you suss out what you do want, there'll probably be a parade. Seventy-six bloody trombones.
Buffy: Spike....
Spike: Look, you don't have to say anything.
Buffy: I touch the fire and it freezes me.I look into it and it's black.But you can make me feel
Spike: I died..... So many years ago.This isn't real
Where do we go from here???