Buffy Summers already knew where Greg Bleak--Gregor Vorbarra lived. It wasn't tough to recall the room she'd walked in on, a while back -- wondering whether she ought to move herself and Jack into an apartment just like this one. Today, however, she knocked. Politely. Firmly. She'd scribbled off a brief expect me later today message to Gregor over the journals, but she wasn't certain whether he'd received it or not.

Next to her -- almost as tall as her! -- was a fine quality punching bag in dark blue. She must have hauled the thing here on her own.