Epilogue

Xander tapped Buffy on the shoulder. He looked worried. Very worried. His brow was etched. Something that Buffy thought was probably going to leave wrinkles there in a few years, but at the same time was very poetic.

"Buffy, I'm not sure about this." He confided.

"What? I thought you were-?"

"No, no. I mean, I'm okay with Spike helping us out. I'm even okay with Angel staying," he raised his fingers in air quotes, "for a while. Hey, I'm even okay with scum of the earth Jonathan staying with us and helping out, and he's one of the ones who got Willow to where she is right now!"

Buffy nodded. "Okay. And the problem?"

"The problem is Faith."

"Worried she's still evil?"

"No. You don't understand. We have history, Buffy. I mean, you can't really hold me responsible for the effect I have on women, Buffy, and we both know-"