Well, I came back, didn't I? Had a magic pendant what sucked my essence up in it, then spat me back out in LA. Bit more complicated than that. I was all ghost-like there for awhile. In the world of the dead, you don't go from vampire to ghost without a little self-reflection thrown in. Minus the actual reflections.

[A pause as he looks at the house. Oh hey. He can smell Buffy.]

Your place, right?