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WILLOW AND XANDER IN CAR-DAY

(Open up to Willow sitting in the car. She’s staring out the window in confusion. The hotel seems abandoned. She gets out slowly, followed by Xander.)

(Cut to show then walking up towards the front doors. Xander stops at seeing the overgrown weeds.)

XANDER: Will, I don’t really think they’re here anymore.

WILLOW: (distracted; still heading towards the front door) Why?

XANDER: Outside of the fact that the place looks abandoned? Nothing.

WILLOW: (turning to face him; face tight) Let’s check anyway. For all we know there could be maimed bodies inside.

XANDER: And then, they still wouldn’t be able to help.

(Willow turns and walks away. Xander sighs and jogs after her. He reaches her as she pushes open the door. It squeaks a bit, another sign of abandonment. She walks down the steps slowly and he follows.)

WILLOW: (looking around) It doesn’t make any sense.

(Cut to Xander. He stands by the counter and slides a finger across it. Zoom in to show his finger covered in dust.)

XANDER: Yeah, it does. It makes perfect sense.

WILLOW (O.S.): What do you mean?

(Cut back to show the entire lobby. Xander and Willow stand across from each other, her eyes on his hand as he wipes the dust off.)

XANDER: I mean, they moved on and didn’t tell you to update your address book.

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A STREET CORNER-DAY

(The sign hanging on the pole at the corner read, MERRY LANE. Pan down the street to show the yellow bus parked in front of a house.)

(The house is straight from a happy 50’s TV show. There’s a white picket fence, a perfectly manicured lawn. There’s a big oak tree in the front, creating the perfect shade for the walkway. The house is two stories. Two figures stand on the porch.)

(Close in. It’s GILES and an unknown male. He’s wearing a suit. His pin reads HAPPY REALTY.)

GILES: You understand why I am asking this? Buffy Summers, the one this house is for, she is a bright young lady, but she has just suffered through a tragedy,

SALESMAN: I understand completely, Mr. Giles. Carmel By the Sea has just gotten wind of the earthquake in Sunnydale and are willing to do anything possible to help survivors…assuming that’s what you meant.

GILES: (surprised) Uh, yes. That is what I meant. There were only a few still in town and went it started, only a busload escaped.

SALESMAN: (notices the out-of-place yellow bus) Love lost?

(Giles looks up, surprised by the man’s comment. He looks over to the bus where Dawn is sitting on the stairs of the bud and Buffy is leaning on her shoulder, twirling the ring on her finger. Zoom in to their conversation.)

DAWN: (staring at the ring) He gave that to you, didn’t he?

BUFFY: (still twirling it; quietly) Yeah.

DAWN: You think…maybe…he’s okay now?

SPIKE V.O.: Can we rest now, Buffy? Can we rest?

BUFFY: (louder but hoarse) I hope so.

GILES (O.S.): I believe you’re right.

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HOSPITAL ROOM-DAY

(Faith sits in a chair by a bed. As we pan over the bed, the person sleeping on it is WOOD. She’s bouncing her leg nervously as she sleeps.)

FAITH: (low) I’m being stupid.

WOOD: (opening his eyes) Maybe if you tell me why, I can agree with you.

(Faith jumps and looks at him. She hits him on the arm.)

FAITH: Don’t do that!

WOOD: What? Scared you? Big Bad Slayer Faith?

(Cut to Faith’s face. She stares at him. Anger fades away to amusement as a corner of her mouth turns up into something resembling a smile. Zoom out to show Wood returning it.)

FAITH: Think you’ve got me pegged, huh?

WOOD: I’m working on it.

(He coughs a bit and the smile leaves Faith’s face.)

FAITH: As long as you don’t keel over anytime soon.

WOOD: Trust me, Faith. I don’t plan on leaving.

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SUNSET DINER-DAY

(Open up to Fred and Spike sitting in the diner. Fred jumps as the glass shatters, her eyes wide.)

SPIKE: Me and Buffy…

FRED: Oh my God!

(She gets up and hurries around to his side of the booth where his hand is bleeding, bits of glass in it. A waitress looks up from the counter and then rushes over.)

(Spike stares at his hand disinterestedly as Fred and the waitress clean up the mess. The waitress leaves and returns with a first aid kit. She leaves again as Fred begins to dress his hand.)

FRED: (conversationally) I get the feeling that everything isn’t peachy.

SPIKE: (distractedly) doesn’t really matter, does it? She’s…wherever she is. I know that much. She survived ‘cause she’s supposed to. And I’m gonna find her.

FRED: But you don’t actually know, do you? You’re assuming because you hope she did, but you don’t know.

SPIKE: I don’t need to know. Buffy’s a survivor. That’s what she does. She survives.

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HOTEL SUITE-NIGHT

DAWN (O.S.): Giles, she’s a wreck. She’s barely surviving. Whatever happened in there, when she was with Spike. It broke her.

(Cut inside the suite. It’s nice, fairly expensive looking. Dawn is sitting on the kitchen counter. Giles stands by the door, leaning against it.)

GILES: (pauses) What do you suggest I do, Dawn? Earlier, she made it fairly clear she no longer needed me as her watcher-

DAWN: (desperate) How about as her father? (Giles turns to look at her.) Giles, Buffy needs you. I can’t do it by myself.

GILES: Suppose you’re right, Dawn. Suppose she still needs me. What can I do?

DAWN: Just…love her. She lost Spike. I still don’t understand, because she’s not saying everything, but it’s digging a little bit deeper every second and I’m pretty sure that in a week, she won’t even be Buffy anymore.

(Cut to a bed room. An old wheel chair sits in the corner. Buffy sits on the bed, legs crossed. She’s twirling the ring again.)

DAWN (O.S.): (continued) She’ll just be some zombie walking around with my sister’s face. I already had it once and I’m not really into a round two.

(Buffy stills. Then she stands and walks over to the chair. She breaks a leg off, forming a sloppy stake.)

GILES (O.S.): Do you believe that moving here helps?

(She walks over to the window. Cut to her face, looking through the glass a moment. Her face is emotionless. She shoves the window open and begins to climb out.)

DAWN (O.S.): It has to.

(Buffy drops through the sky and lands on her feet. She takes off across the parking lot, disappearing into the shadows.)

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AN OFFICE-NIGHT

(It’s expensive in décor, vast and large. Moonlight filters in through the windows as a dark figure hovers over a desk. He’s scribbling furiously. He's obviously working late. He pauses and looks up. It’s ANGEL. He reaches for the intercom and presses a button.)

ANGEL: Hello? Can someone get me info on if Fred’s gotten back and…?

(There’s no answer; not even to cut him off.)

ANGEL: Hello?!

(The door opens and in waltzes Harmony. Angel stands, in shock.)

ANGEL: Harmony?

HARMONY: (smiling; placing a cup of warm blood on his desk) Heya, boss! Working the midnight oil, huh? Fred isn’t back yet. I figured I’d get your blood before you even asked for it. Y’know, to make a good impression. I think its otter or something. All part of the good guy diet…

ANGEL: Harmony…what are you doing here?

HARMONY: I work here. For you. I’m your secretary!

(The door to his office opens once more and Fred comes in, with Spike. She’s already speaking.)

FRED: (enthusiastic) I think he’ll be willing to help-

ANGEL: (his expression dark) Spike.

(The newcomers stop.)

SPIKE: Angel.

(Harmony looks back and forth as if trying to decide how she should feel. Settling on happy, she hurls herself into Spike’s arms. He catches her in surprise.)

HARMONY: Blondie Bear!




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