Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It'll be nice to see you all better.

- Where you going? - Out. Getting stuff I need.

See? It's gonna be OK. Its pokey stinger carries an antidote to its own poison.

In the dark. With me.

Your dad and I, we have all the faith in the world in you.

So she's havin' the wiggins, is she?

Hey, I was wondering, maybe, you would wanna go out sometime?

- How is she? - Make sure she drinks all that.

Why not? You want me gone anyway.

You don't have a sister.

- We have to try harder, make things better. - I'm trying.

What if I'm still there? What if I never left that clinic?

- We have to deal with these things... - You don't have a sister, Buffy.

I feel so lost.

- Buffy? Are you OK? - What happened?

And that Sunnydale and all of this...

I'm gonna let Dawn know that everything's gonna be OK.

this all being in that twisted brain of hers.

You saw how close the Slayer got.

On the other hand, it might explain some things -

Was she looking for me? Before she left, did she say anything?

There was mostly just wheezing.

Let yourself live, already.

In case it didn't work and we need more parts.

What? Families get out of hand?

- And when you say poke... - In the arm.

We have to break those down.

Everything's gonna be OK, Buffy.