Drusilla wasn't afraid. She could have been - maybe she should have been - but she liked to think that the whispers in her head would have warned her. It wasn't time for her to die. She'd seen the future and she had so much left to do.

Still, that looks in his eyes ... the Angel Beast looked terribly cross, didn't he? She realised, too late, that leaving Cordelia alive hadn't been enough. She'd allowed herself to be carried away by the Master's games and she'd displeased him in the process.

"You've already killed me," she pointed out, still and waiting. She'd never been back to Prague. She'd never apologised to her Spike. "It doesn't matter. You can't hurt me anymore. There's nothing left to hurt."

She'd never seen the stars face to face. She'd never tasted the blood of a Time Lord.

She'd never had the chance to sire her very own Slayer.

She was still so very young. She didn't want to be afraid.

"I didn't let her die. I thought ... I didn't mean to displease ... can't I say goodbye to Miss Edith? I need to say goodbye."