"I am dreaming," Buffy murmured, closing the door with a befuddled expression on her face. "Someone pinch me."

To her surprise, he did and she exclaimed, "Ouch! Why did you do that?"

"You asked me to," he replied, deadpan.

"Yeah, but people don't really expect you to do something like that," she explained, rubbing her arm where a little red mark was now showing. "It's just something people say just like 'You're driving me crazy,' which, by the way, you sort of happen to be."

"Stupid human expressions," Snyder muttered, shaking his head. "That's why they need help saving this pitiful world. Humans are naïve. They don't know anything besides what they've been told or somehow dreamed up using their crazy imaginations."

The fog she'd been surrounding herself in began to clear, and Buffy looked at him quizzically. She knew she was awake now, and Snyder was with her. The only question was why? And what was his interest in her going back to Sunnydale?

"My reasons for wanting your return, Miss Summers," he told her, reading her mind to her amazement, "are purely for the safety of this world. I was the one who sent you away, and now here I am asking you to come back."

"Who are you and who sent you?" She knew he couldn't be human from his low idea of them, but then what was he?

"The same as Whistler. He's the one who sent me."

Buffy sighed, running her fingers through her unstyled hair. "That guy never knows when to mind his own business, does he?" She smiled grimly and asked, "Give me one reason why I should go back."

"Your boyfriend Angel. Whistler went to bring him back."