Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The world is spinning.

But still, bookish. All tuned in to the nastier corners of this, our magic world.

Not for you, maybe.

See? She's not supposed to remember that. Nobody should.

Buffy's out. Glory has Dawn. Some time real soon, she's gonna use Dawn

- And in that second of knowing it, Will... - I wanted it to happen.

OK. Be good now, sweetie.

I'm afraid it's...

- We have to get out of here and find Buffy... - No! I mean, I have a job. I have a life!

We should move her. Unless we shouldn't. Should we?

- Wish me luck? - OK.

Being human? It's like a costume for girls like you and me.

Love to. Can't.

All I gotta do is bleed you dry, the portal opens up, and I can go home.

- Hear you found the ritual text. - Something like that, yes.

Do you like dolls?

They merely sense that tonight the dimensional portal shall open...

OK, now, this is weird.

You know what they're all chanting for out there, Dawnie? Blood.

I know this bloke. Well, not so much a bloke so much as demon.

I checked out Glory's flat. Looks like the great one has scampered.

Cos at least I admit the world makes me nuts.

I'll be back as soon as I can, OK?

- What? - Don't go there, Will.