The words were all that Drusilla could offer. Thin scraps of comfort and a meagre - but powerful, so very powerful - truth. The vampire couldn't have chased the ghost away, even if she had been able to get out of her cell and race to the castle.

The hamsters couldn't reach Joyce. They'd taken her to a place that a part of Buffy would always remember and a part of Drusilla had once been destined to reach.

"Don't let them steal your memories," she wanted, "They'll spoil them."