Walking back home through the cemetery, Buffy lectures Dawn about making stupid decisions. Buffy warns her that hanging out with Spike is "dangerous and icky." Twirling a lock of hair around her finger, Dawn, in her role this episode as voice of the Buffy fan, says, "I don't think Spike's icky." Apparently because he's "got cool hair and wears cool leather coats and stuff." Buffy stops and proclaims that Dawn has a crush on Spike. Buffy reminds her that Spike is a murderer as well as being "dead and evil and a vampire." Dawn plays the Angel card in retaliation, but Buffy protests that Angel was "different," although if she really wanted to make a case, she could've pointed out how Buffy and Angel aren't exactly together now anyway. Dawn equates the having of a soul with the having of a chip, and please please please don't get me started on how incorrect that is. Anyway, the upshot is that Dawn spills the beans about Spike having a crush on Buffy, and Buffy gives Dawn the blankest blank look in Blankonia.

At the train station, Buffy and Xander tear down the police tape and enter the car that we last saw full of vamp leftovers. As they make their way inside, we see that there are all sorts of masking-tape outlines of the victims on the various seats, which really cracks me up but probably shouldn't. Buffy obviously has something on her mind, and after a few false starts she finally reveals to Xander that Spike is in love with her. Upon hearing this news, Xander laughs hysterically. Buffy, upset by Xander's lack of compassion, sinks into a seat, emulating the victim's pose within the tape outline and pouting, "It's creepy." Hee. I got a kick outta that. Xander assures her that she shouldn't get upset over "one of Spike's fevered daydreams." Xander asks how Dawn knew about this, and Buffy tells him that she's been spending time with Spike because she (Dawn) has a crush on him. Xander is visibly upset at this news because, as you remember, he takes a little too much pride in Dawn's crush on him. Buffy doesn't notice this and insists that they go because "there's nothing here." Nothing except a Miss Edith-like doll all tucked into the overhead bin. At this point I wonder to myself if maybe the K-9 units on the Sunnydale force perhaps also double as seeing-eye dogs, but then I remember that the police in Sunnydale are "deeply stupid."