It took Jack longer than just the deposit of a melting bag of mixed vegetables in the freezer. He took a moment to stand in the kitchen and inspect the waffle-maker....to consider how very much his best friend would probably not want him here.

Willow slept in Leonard McCoy's room, now. The doctor was long gone. Sparrow still missed him greatly.

"Tryin' to be good to her, mate. To look after her properlike. I don't...I don't mean harm by this," he muttered toward the cabinet where McCoy's whiskey had once been kept. Then Jack shook his head, realizing that he was as good as talking to a ghost. He made a quick return to Buffy.