No, I don't. Maybe if I told you a story, you'd change your mind about the dead coming back. Maybe you'd know, as I do, that there is a force that brings them back, if their hearts were wild enough in life. Seated in front of the fireplace with him, she begins to tell the story, in flashback, of the tragic love between Angel and Buffy forty years earlier. Their affection has fully ripened into romance.
Nothing's real down there.
Our life is here. Yes, my Angel. Look at you. You get worse every day. Buffy, come with me now.