Angel pulled up to the Summers' home in his black convertible, Wesley, Cordelia, and Willow in the car with him. For a long moment, no one moved, as they gazed at the house. It was Angel who broke the silent stillness.
"She's in her room, right?"
Willow nodded, as Angel got out of the car without opening the door. On silent feet, he moved over to the tree that was beside Buffy's bedroom window. With practiced ease, he climbed the tree to said window. The light was on as he gazed inside.
As Willow had told him, Buffy lay upon her bed in a slightly fetal position, holding her stuffed pig -- Mr. Gordo -- tightly in her embrace, staring out at nothing. Giles sat on a chair nearby, intensely reading an ancient text in a language that Angel did not know at first glance. As Angel watched, a shudder wracked through Buffy's still form.
Silently, he slipped into Buffy's room, moved over to the bed, and knelt down 'til he was face-to-face. With hesitant hand, he reached out, and gently brushed his fingertips over her exposed cheek.
After a moment, the Slayer's brow furrowed, as if trying to concentrate, and did nothing else.
Becoming braver, Angel placed his cool hand completely against her warm cheek, whispering so softly that only a vampire or Slayer might hear it, "Buffy?"
The Slayer's head moved slightly, as her eyes shut tightly, as if in pain. He removed his hand.
Drawing in a slow unneeded breath, Angel then whispered, "Buffy...I'm here."
A faint whimper escaped her, as she drew more tightly into a ball.
His voice grew pain-filled, as he begged, "Please. Come back to me."
The whimper became a moan, which drew Giles attention away from the book he was reading, causing him to look in Buffy and Angel's direction. "Good Lord," Giles whispered in shock, as he saw the souled vampire beside the Slayer.
His attention completely focused upon Buffy, Angel -- in a last desperate attempt -- said raggedly, "I love you, Buffy. I can't loose you again.... Come back to me!"
Buffy's eyes snapped open, as she drew in breath sharply. With unerring certainty, she focused her eyes onto Angel's. For a moment, neither moved.
With a suddenness that not even Angel expected, Buffy flung herself into the souled vampire's arms with a cry of agonized relief. And so, that was how the others found both Buffy and Angel, when they went up to Buffy's bedroom, moment's later.
The Slayer in the arms of her Angel.