They were all together.  “Man, this is exhausting.”

“We have to clear this out,” said Carl.  “It will change.”

“I hate boredom.  Juliet Landau is watching me.  Of course everyone is watching everyone, but I have a task. I am a psychic.  I am approaching the infinity of Buffy.”

“I can’t believe you said that,” said Beth.  Outside, the wind howled.

“It’s just that something’s cracked and broken in my mind.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do about it?  We have to go deeper into the night.”  The wheels were spinning in his mind.  “We have to kill the enemy.”

“Well, let’s go find him,” said Beth.  So they were out the door and down the street, looking for a man of evil, knowing that Zane was ready for anything.

“Buffy, I love you,” said Giles.  “I will be by your side forever.”  But it was only causing her turmoil because she knew he would never love her the way she needed to be loved.

“Well, fuck it, we need to know what we’re going to do, anyway.  We can’t wind beack the clock, but we can do something about the memory gaps.”

“It’s changing him too dramatically.  That’s why he does this and does that.”

“There’s some kind of compression, and it’s getting better and better in that direction.”  The scenes of the past were beginning to become real to him.  Hopefully there would be some other energy and things would feel better, but I read for this guy an hour and a half last night and it went extremely well.  I heard Humberto talking about me, but I don’t think it matters too much.  The spirit world is going to be there for me and with me so I need to make adjustments to that.

“I love you, Jason,” said Willow.  “We’ll be able to get a handle on these experiences.”

“But we have to find the villain,” Giles reminded them.  “I think it has something to do with suffering, but how would I know?  My depictions are based upon something else.”  So what happens to the junkies?  It doesn’t matter.  I just wanted to do the forgiveness thing, and now to some extent I’m involved in this other silliness as well.

Ho hum.  At least we’re all together.  That was important to me, not knowing how to belong to anything.  But then the white light came down, and the strange, distorting energy.  He could see other lights making themselves known as well.  Well, what are they all going to do, I wonder?  The point was that he was in the midst of a difference and he couldn’t tell anyone what it was.  However, he could do something darker.  Then the energy swept down deeply.

“We have to find a new language,” he said, “Or do we?  Maybe it’s Juliet Landau.  Maybe I’m supposed to talk to her.”  All he could hear was “Kiss on My List.”

Oh, and there’s stern, ugly Nancy who thinks she’s going to bark her little bark now.