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Xander, we don't have time.

A book of protection spells. Anti-magic. Our last resort.

She's only my best friend, you know. No big deal, just...

I can't. I have to keep the spell going on Willow.

So please stop looking at me like it's your first trip to the circus and let them out.

- Please... - I'm gonna make you feel it.

She drained the place. Took everything.

Andrew. They're in jail with no clue she's coming.

That's not the something he'll want. He likes little girls.

And you think this is dumb, don't you?

I'm doing fine on my own, thanks.

We can take them.

I mean, we're just getting started.

Warren was a cold-blooded killer just warming up.

I think Willow's in a league of her own now, dabble boy.

Good on me, then.

It's, like, in ancient Sumerian or something.

Rack's not partial to the floppy-eared. He has a thing.

- He's gonna want something. - I have money.

- OK, any ideas? - Drive faster.

- I think I'm gonna be sick. - Again?

Tomorrow night, we're bringing Buffy back.

Come on. This is a huge deal for me.

- We have to make a run for it. - She's like Dark Phoenix up there.

Whatever we got, grab it fast. This is the first place she'll look for us.

she's probably somewhere right now trying to get it all back.

You varnishing the table with Spike, how could that possibly have hurt?

Bad move, bad move, bad move.

But Willow's part of it now. She is the element.

I don't think this is gonna work.

- What was that? - We're alive.

Xander's right. We're not leaving Sunnydale.

- Spike would have. - Spike's gone.

I care if you live or die, Xander. I'm just not sure which one I want.

Yeah, maybe he'll come bust us outta here in Santa's magic sleigh.

It's just... You know she's running out of power, right? I can tell.