"The Aldridge mansion? This place looks like it belongs in Boston." Peter knocked on the stone wall surrounding the iron gate.

“No, no! That’s not necessary. It’s okay, really. You just gave me a little fright is all, nothing to blame yourself for.”

          guilt eats her alive each time she visits his grave — guilt because there should have been more than she could have done to stop it, guilt because she doesn’t think about it all the time (she can’t – she wouldn’t be able to work anymore. when she lets grief be a big part of her life it just overwhelms her in a way that prevents her from thinking of anything else). but still she visits, despite the pain that she feels each time she does, because he was — he is — her son. the absolute last thing she expects to see while visiting his grave is, well, him. his ghost. just there. sitting in front of his grave.

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“Ghostbusters, uhuh. Busting ghosts...” Buffy nodded, though she was a little skeptic to say the least. If they were just regular people, they’d get hurt eventually. But then  once Willow, super witch she was now,  and even she herself had been normal people, too. Semi-normal anyway...