Spike surveys the bombed-out ruins of his lair and sighs. As he stares at the ground, Buffy walks in, wearing a strange tucked and gathered lavender peasant blouse. "Thought you'd be off snogging the soldier boy," Spike says grumpily. "He's gone," Buffy tells him and Spike asks if she's there for "a bit of cold comfort." He then makes a half-hearted quip about the bed being blown up but them not needing it anyway. "I'm not here to…" says Buffy gently. "And I'm not here to bust your chops about your stupid scheme either." What she is there to do is tell him, "It's over." Spike steps towards her, saying he's heard this one before and that she still wants him. Buffy agrees that she does: "Being with you makes things simpler. For a little while." In the same calm tone, she continues, "I'm using you. I can't love you. I'm just being weak and selfish…and it's killing me." Spike looks at her like he finally believes something is different about her protests this time. They stare at each other, and Buffy sadly says, "I'm sorry, William." She turns and leaves the crypt, where Spike shakes his head a little in pain. Upstairs, Buffy walks into a bright ray of sunshine and looks up in a hopeful visual statement.