“So why did you come on patrol with Mr. Oz? Seems you’ve been doin’ that a lot lately. I mean it’s not like I don’t have a soul any more, I swear,” Buffy made the boy scouts sign.

“When did you become a Boy Scout?” Oz asked with a guarded grin.

Buffy gave him a confused frown before recognizing the playful look Oz had on. “Rightio, Oz humor. I got to get used to you saying more than two words at a time.”

“Well it comes and goes in stages, don’t get too used to it.”

“More Ozzy humor? Wow, tonight must be a special night, should I have dressed up?” Buffy said with her own grin.

“You could say that,” Oz this time sounded totally serious.

“What?? I should have dressed up?” Buffy asked confused looking down at her outfit. She had spent over an hour getting it together. She had been doing that a lot lately since Oz started patrolling with her, she had no idea why, Buffy just felt the need to look her best.

“No not that,” Oz said in a monotone.

“What is it Oz?”

“Buffy, could we just stop for a bit?”

“…Sure Oz. Is there…is there something you want to tell me?”

“It’s just…there’s…there’s this…” Buffy watched Oz’s eyes widen with horror, “huge whirlpool right behind you!”

“What?” Buffy asked confused. She turned around as she felt herself being sucked towards the phenomena.

“Buffy, No!!” Oz cried out grabbing onto one of Buffy’s flailing arms, to find he was being pulled in as well.