The pumpkin sits on a hideous diner-style table in a motel just outside Lincoln, Nebraska.
They'd had slipped away from the group long since dubbed "Rupert's Travelling Medicine Show", and gone to a local market. They chose the pumpkin; they even remembered a votive candle to light its snaggletoothed, empty-socketed head.
Now, staring at it, Buffy swears. "Damn," she says, "we forgot a carving tool."
"No prob, B." Faith rummages through her surviving wardrobe, and produces a knife; the blade is stained with old blood.
The two Slayers look at each other for a silent moment, each remembering too much.