This was one of Raidon's favorite tricks. He so loved it when their subconscious chose things for him.
There was late afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows in Buffy's dream, sunlight which caused him no pain as he walked into the living room to gaze on the Slayer.
"Hello Buffy."
Home, mother, sister. Such normal little things. Two out of the three gone now, but the sister still remained.