Someone, somewhere, was fond the saying that history repeated itself. And deep down, Buffy knew she could never not try and bluster in and be there for even monsters. For even jackasses. Especially jackasses, perhaps, when her own confidence was rattled and she needed a project to distract her. And then, of course, there was the poignant part where she would also miss Clem. But she tried to ignore that pain, focusing instead on the very real ache gained by kicking the toe of her shoes against the fractured bed. Why was it outside? She didn't want to know.

Upon entering the building and making it to Horner's door, she didn't bother to knock. She strode right in. To his two bottles of whiskey she added one of flavoured vodka. And a deck of cards. And a bag of peanut M&Ms.

Her head turned to the wall. Then back to Jack. Then to the wall again. "...Wow."