Backfire - Spander Files

The door fell open. On the other side he saw white. And saw nothing more. And felt
nothing more.
On the other side of the hall, Xander did the same to another door. It was the same.
White. Pure. No pain. No blood.
Another step down the hall and another right-handed door. The same. On the left.
The same.
He stared up and down the hallway. So many doors.
This was going to take awhile.
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The gang took shifts. Giles made a schedule. Willow remained a constant, refusing
to let go of her friend until she couldn’t feel a heartbeat.
With Ms Calendar fulfilling her hour one duties, the rest sat in the living room,
trying to comprehend.
Cordelia turned to Spike, who was sitting on the stairs. “Why don’t you just do it
again. Make sure he’s dead this time, before you stop.”
Buffy dropped her head in her hands and Giles took a gulp of scotch.
“Because, half-wit, there’s nothing left to take.”
“Then how can his heart still be beating.”
Spike stood up quickly and practically shouted at her, “Well, I don’t know, do I?”
He stalked to the door and grabbed his duster which had been politely hung on the
coat rack. “I’ll be off, then.”
Buffy was by his side in a second. Spike held up his hands.