Spike was just settling in to watch Passions when he heard a scream from outside. A familiar scream. Dawn's scream. He was at the door, missile in hand, in an instant. But all he could see was a very vocal and distressed woman heading across the cemetery towards him.
Dawn was running as fast as she could, as if something was chasing her, but she was making the strangest gesticulations. She dove into Spike's crypt, slammed the door closed and leaned against it, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.