"Yeah, that brain wave thing makes a lot more sense than what Angel -- my, uh, boyfriend? -- what he told me. Something about thoughts being like reflections in the mirror? I don't know, sometimes he speaks in riddles." Though mostly to herself, Buffy can't help but smile at the idea of Sookie dating someone on the island only to discover he, too, was a vampire. It's the exact kind of thing she would expect to happen to herself, if she'd somehow settled before Angel came around.

"Hey," starts Buffy, the word slightly muffled as she reaches toward the sky, then behind her back, despite having stretched already. She learned the hard way (via more than a few painful sprains) that one is never as relaxed as she thinks. "Where you come from, was it by any chance close to or sitting directly on the mouth of Hell? I only ask 'cause you said you had all these things within a ten mile radius, and so did Sunnydale, but that was because we had our own personal Hellmouth."