The sound of voices woke her. It wasn't all that uncommon. In a house as full as seven was, there was a good chance that people would be up late, talking in hushed tones in the living room. Jilly woke up every time. Still half asleep, she rolled over in the darkness and listened to the hushed tones through the door, waiting to slip back into dreams...but something about these voices stopped her. Second by second, sleep fell further away as she tried to figure out what had caught her attention

She couldn't hear the words, but there was no mistaking that cadence for anyone but Buffy. The other voice was lower. Male. But...it wasn't Jack. It was Jack. It wasn't Archie. It was too soft to put much else to it, but...

Rubbing her eyes, she pushed back the covers and slipped out of bed. If she couldn't sleep, she might as well go see what was happening.

The door opened quietly and she padded out to the end of the hallway.