Dawn, looking desolate, sits in the (completely. Utterly.) destroyed living room. You know you're old when your shudder is in fear of how much all of that is going to cost to replace.
Weasel Andrew drops Jonathan's body into the hole they dug earlier. Jonathan, his arms spread wide, falls into the center of the pentagram. His blood pools and then spreads outwards, filling the background of the design entirely.
Spike finishes his kill and flings the woman's body to the ground. He shakes his head and wipes blood from his lip.
Buffy stands holding a stake, and the only evidence left of Holden is a cloud of dust swirling about her. She swallows as if she's about to be sick.