After the incident with the car, the cold is very abruptly no longer an issue. This is one of the not-so-few times that Dante questions the logic of the contemporary dress code for super heroes. The black leather outfits sported by the X-Men in theatres - so similar to his own Nemesis gear - somehow didn't seem quite right for the flips, ducks, and rolls that are the bread and butter of this trade.
Thankfully, the night breeze is cool enough to ensure that Dante's sweating won't last very long. (But still, leather? Especially in this Californian weather. Maybe Superman had it right with his tights...)
Nemesis swiftly moves down the sidewalk circling the cemetary, keeping his green-tinged vision peeled for any sign of trouble. (Though if I'm ever confident enough with myself to wear my underwear outside my pants - I'll definitely go over to CK and pick out a nice pair. Maybe one of those funky new patterned ones.)
As he moves further down the sidewalk, Dante finds himself wondering why a town of this size needed three whole cemetaries - each of considerable size. (People sure seem to die a lot in Sunnydale. Wait, what's that?!) Some sort of movement catches his attention - coming from the direction of the Restfield Cemetary. Like the good little leather-clad super hero that he is, Nemesis moves towards Restfield's front gates to check things out.