The door closed none-too-softly behind her. Buffy didn't walk in much further. An empty room. Hah. Was he running, again? She really needed to talk to him about that whole running thing. How it made her feel...

"Oh, crap." She knocked her head back against the door in frustration. "Way to go, Summers. Forget your scythe. It's not like you can just walk back in there."