Xander whistled gingerly as he walked down the sidewalk on his way home. He had just left the Bronze and was eager to get home and rest his legs from the vigerous routine of dancing. Somehow going home after being out with the gang just seemed so lukewarm in the coffee that is life.

This thought was still in Xander's mind when he heard a voice to his side say "Hey you."

Xander twirled around and saw a man with brown downwards combed hair, a round face, green eyes and dressed in a black sweater with dark black dress pants. He was leaning against a tree with a big grin on his face.

"Yes?" Xander asked in a not too comfortable voice.

The man stood strait up and took a few steps towards Xander. "Your Xander Harris right?"

Xander nodded and said "Yeah...and who are you?"

The man cleared his throat and said "I'm someone....who has come here with a purpose."

"O......kay" Xander muttered out as he took a slow step backwards.

The man raised his hand in a motion for Xander to come over there. Xander remained perfectly still. The man pointed to a field of grass beyond the tree he was leaning against. Xander glanced that way and saw 7 or 8 people about a hundred feet or so away. They were police officers and the cars from which they had arrived were flashing the blue and red lights on their tops.

"They found someone's body there. I think you better go see who they found" The man said.

Xander felt a small bit of fear begin to form somewhere inside him and he tryed to keep his mind off it by asking "Why should I? People die here all the time."

The man scratched his upper lip and said "I think YOU will want to go over there. I think YOU should go over there. YOU know the person who is there and I think YOU will be intrested in the whole affair."

Xander started to walk towards the police, just as much as to avoid having to talk to the man anymore as to see what was going on. The police didn't seem to notice him as he approached. They were all caught up in their work. Some were looking over the ground for evidence, others were talking on their radios, and others looking through small booklets.

As Xander approached he saw that there was a ring of dirt around a large hole in the ground. As he came closer he saw that there was a black tarp over what had to be a body. Now Xander was standing only half a foot from the grave.

"Do you know who killed this person young man?" an old, tired voice said from behind. Xander turned around and saw a man around the age of 70, wearing a trenchcoat and pointing to the grave with his left hand.

Xander shook his head and said "No....I don't even know who this is."

The elderly detective squinted his eyes at Xander and said "Oh?.....then why are you here?"

Xander tossed out the words, "Well.....I was just talking....with this guy....told me to come over here."

The elderly man turned in the direction Xander pointed at and saw the same man standing where he had been and looking at them.

"Hmmm...... I think I'll go have a talk with that man."

Upon the saying of that the man dressed in black seemed to become alert. He stood stiff for a moment then quickly pulled out a cellular telephone and dialed a number and a few seconds later a ringing noise came from within the elderly detective's trenchcoat. He reached in and pulled out a cellular telephone of his own. He pushed the send button and put it up to his ear.

Xander didn't pay much attention to what he was saying. instead he was kept his attention on the man in black. After a few moments of observing Xander noticed that when the man in black was talking that the detective remained silent.

The detective turned off his phone and a second later the man in black did the same. "Well I have to be going, I just received news about a shipment of guns coming into the town. Just tell one of the officers who you are and where we can come in contact with you."

With that the detective was off in his car speeding away. Xander looked back at the man in black. He was pointing to the body near Xander and mouthing something. After doing this for a short while he waved goodbye to Xander and started walking off into the darkness.

With him gone, Xander turned around and looked at the black tarp with a body under it. Against all better judgement Xander, reached down and pulled up the tarp. Under it was the recently deceased body of Xander Harris. Xander would have screamed were he not in shock. He was dead. Someone had killed him.

Xander put the tarp back over his dead body and looked around. At first, his mind was a void but slowly the shape of thinking filled his head and he knew where he had to go. So in the darkness of night he set out to find Buffy.