Buffy sat on her home's roof, again contemplating the mess her life had become. Sure enough, the thing that wore her beloved's face showed up.

"You think you can hide from me up here? You think there is a place to hide? No chance, honey! You are mine, now and always. Your life and death are all on me."

Buffy stared at the floating vampire, and ignored his taunts. A confused look crossed her face.

"Hey? Since when can you fly? I thought only vampires like Inspector Knight and his bunch up in Toronto could fly, or float."

Angelus laughed.

"Well, baby, there's a perfectly good reason I can fly."

He stopped laughing.

"Wait. No there isn't."

Screaming as he fell, he hit the concrete and the clay beneath him so hard, it began to crumble. Realizing that Buffy was not about to check on him, he shambled back to the factory. He looked at Spike, still wheelchair-bound.  Spike shook his head, which had some sort of helmet on it.

"Can't talk now, Logan. We have to use Cerebro to locate Magneto."

Angelus nodded.

"Yup. Dru's been spiking the coffee with her blood again."