Quiet as it was, the voice was familiar. It made her brow furrow as she started to step into the living room to get a better look at him, but Buffy's small form was in the way. And, before the familiarity could really register, Jack came stumbling in. Oh God.

She whirls away from that particular view to fixate on the couch and their new visitor, only hoping to forget what she just caught a glimpse of, when Buffy moves just enough for her to see who was sitting there.

Geordie.

And, for a minute, it's as if the world stops. She can hear Jack trailing off. She can see Buffy and Geordie turning to face him. But it all felt far away...because Geordie Riddell was on her couch and this couldn't possibly be real, could it?