meanwhile, at the cemetery (molly)
There were noises outside.
Spike put down his festive bottle of Jack Daniels and went to the door of the crypt. Over the hum of the generator, he could hear shuffling.
After Halloween, he really hoped that wasn't the pitter patter of a million dead feet. But he got a glimpse of color moving past, and opened the door to get a better look.
It was a girl. A little blond one. Her hair wasn't as pretty as Buffy's... it was longer and had more of a dreadlocked feel to it, even from over here. And she was clearly looking for something.
Her head was turned in the direction of the houses that lined the edge of the cemetery. She was checking them carefully, but was moving along the cemetery fence and walking on dead leaves as she did so. Spike's crypt was right near the fence, for now. That might change. Being just inside the gate was something of a pain, considering the supernatural activity in this place. But it made plugging the generator in much, much easier. Otherwise he'd have to crank the damn thing, and feed it petrol.
Spike considered, and then decided he might as well speak to her. If she flipped her lid, he'd go back inside. 'Dawson's Creek' was on. Reruns. Oh, and 'Glee,' after.
"Looking for something?" he asked. "Specific house, maybe?"