Buffy and Xander walk through the still open (and still giving me the willies) door of the Summers house and immediately start calling out for Willow and Dawn. Didn't anyone leave a freakin' message for Dawn? I'll say it again; this gang really needs to get with the cell phones. Maybe Sunnydale is in some weird no-coverage zone. They split up and continue to search for Dawn. Buffy gingerly enters the room where Tara's body lies. The bed blocks the view, so it is revealed verrrry slowly. Need to squeeze as much angst out of Tara's corpse as possible, I guess. Buffy stares down at Tara in sadness. Dawn, hunched in a little ball against the wall, chokes out, "I didn't want to leave her alone." Aw -- I got a sniffle out of that. Then the shard of ice refroze in my cold, cold heart and I starting wondering why the hell Dawn didn't call 9-1-1. Maybe they haven't been running enough of those PSAs in the middle of Saturday morning cartoons over the last eighteen months. Buffy tries to get Dawn to go downstairs, but Dawn's too busy with the crying and the moaning and the wah, wah, wah. Cram it, Shiny McWhiny. Huh. Why am I feeling so damn stiff? And why is it so hard to type? Oh. Right. I've obviously turned to stone.