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Previously on
Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

-Hey, Dawnie.
-So, uh, anything new about
Warren and the nerd herd?

-No.
-Man, a nerd goes into hiding,
he really goes into hiding.

Big wedding coming up.
Lots of date possibilities.

You and Tara are
speaking again.

-You want to call her?
-No.

But if I did call,
she wouldn't hang up on me.

You can't even stand
to be around me.

That is not true.

You didn't want to come back.

-It's over.
-I've memorized
this tune, love.

I'm using you,
and it's killing me.

I'm sorry, William.

This is it.

Are you ready to go?

-He's gone.
-Xander's gone?
Xander's missing?

ANYA:
What do you mean,
Xander's missing?

(laughing)
Oh, man. Your face
is priceless.

Yeah, real funny.

It serves you right
for taking Z's
on the lookout again.

What do you expect?
I haven't had a decent
night's sleep since--

I mean, I'm going
Jack Torrance in here,
you know?

Stuck in this basement
for weeks.

We rented the whole house.
Can't we at least
sleep upstairs?

We're on the lam.
We have to lay low.
Underground.

That's figurative, doofus.

Did you even read
Legion of Doom?

Okay, enough! Midgetor,
get back to the monitors.

The last thing we need
is to be surprised by the--

Holy geez louise.

That-- That--

-Called a friggin' Slayer.
-She's right there.

All right. Don't panic.
Andrew, deploy your
little friend.

(droning)

-Oh, hi.
-(growling)

You didn't by chance
happen to just eat a couple
of nerds, did you?

(roars)

-(screaming)
-You're gonna hurt yourself.

She's gonna break the needle.
We're gonna have to
strap her down.

(groaning)

(theme music playing)

WILLOW: Hi, uh, Tara.
How are you?

I was wondering, maybe
you wanna go out sometime?

For coffee, food...

kisses and gay love?

(sighs)
Hi, Tara.

Guess what?

Magic-free now
for insert number days now.

-Hi.
-Hello.

(machine beeps)

Buffy, Buffy.

Come on. It's time
for your drugs.

-What?
-I said if I didn't
know any better,

I'd think you were on drugs.

Okay. Good.

(sighs)

What you doing?

I'm online, checking
to see if Xander e-mailed.

-Any luck?
-No such.

Well, maybe Anya found him
and they're trying
to work it out.

How come you're all home,
hearth and D.S.L. anyway?

-I thought you were
gonna go see Tara.
-Saw her.

Saw her completely.

Ouch. Just got a scratch
from all that brittle.

It's when I was seeing her,
she was seeing someone else.

A girl.

You mean?

I mean, not "seeing" seeing.

Well-- well, maybe.

I don't know.
It was inconclusive,

and I didn't
stick around to find out.

I might have magicked my fist
through a wall or something.

Wil, I'm sorry.

And they're probably
just friends.

I press my lips against
my friends all the time.

I'm sure they're
just friends.

Once you fall for Willow,
you stay fallen.

Thanks, Buffy.

(doorbell rings)

-Hi. I'm back.
-WILLOW: Xander?

Xander?

Xander, you're here.

We missed you.
Where were you?

I know. I tried calling,
but I couldn't without--

Hey, you don't need
to explain to us.

Right.

Is she here?

Oh, no.
You wanna find her?

I need to.

Her suitcase is gone
and some of her stuff.

And there's a closed sign
on the Magic Box, which, like,
chills me to the bone.

-She left a couple days ago.
-Was she looking for me?

Before she left,
did she say anything?

You mean between sobs?

WILLOW:
There was mostly
just wheezing.

BUFFY:
She was a little--

She was kind of broken.

I don't know how stuff
got so mixed up.

I blew it.

No. Well, maybe
it wasn't the best time
to break up with her, but--

No. It wasn't
about breaking up.

I love her, and God,
I miss her so much.

So you left her at the altar,
but you still wanna--

You still wanna date?

I guess.

I know that I'm a better person
with her in my life.

But things got so complicated

with the wedding,
and with my family,

and with her demons,
and "What if it all
goes to hell?"

and forever.

But then I left.

And ever since,

I've had
this painful hole inside.

And I'm the idiot
that dug it out.

I screwed up real bad.

Hey, we all screw up.

Looking for me?

Really not.

Oh. Right, then.

Off you go.

Did you cry?

What?

The wedding.

Two hearts,
joined for eternity,

great pelting showers
of rice and so forth.

You didn't hear.

What, the families
get out of hand?

-Tear the place apart?
-No.

Well, yes, absolutely.

But Xander left.

The wedding didn't happen.

Wow, gotta say,
I didn't see that coming.

It was awful.

Anya was devastated.

Is that right?

And Xander thinks maybe they
can still get back together,

but... he hurt her a lot.

Yeah, well. Some people
can't see a good thing
when they've got it.

-Spike.
-I should have known
you'd be tagging along.

Hey, guys.
I, uh--

I found Spike and was,
uh, trying to figure out...

what kind of dangerous
contraband he had.

I'll tell you what, Slayer.

Let me get out of your way
and stop bothering you.

Yeah, maybe you should do that,
Spike. Just run along.

You know, I guess you know
all about that, don't you?

The king of the big exit.

I heard it brought
the house down.

I don't need
this crap from you.

Right.
Let's not listen to Spike.

Might get a bit
of truth on you.

Okay, okay.
Calm now.

Let's, uh, turn around
and release this very
manly thing the other way.

I forgot.

Willy Wannabite can't hurt me.

-Dumb to pick a fight, I guess.
-Xander.

-More than happy to beat you
-Guys--

right through the pain,
you pathetic poof.

You guys, don't.

MAN:
Buffy, can you hear me?

What is this?

Do you know
where you are, Buffy?

Sunnydale.

No, none of that's real.
None of it.

You're in a mental
institution.

You've been with us
now for six years.

Do you remember?

-Buffy, are you okay?
-What happened?

(groans)

It's okay, Buffy.
Buffy, it's okay.

Look. Look who's here.

Buffy.

Welcome home, sweetie.

Mom?

Oh, baby. You're really here.

Dad?

DOCTOR:
She's lucid. Keep talking.

Maybe the sound
of your voice will ground her.

HANK:
Sweetheart?

We've missed you very much.

Honey, can you hear me?

(whimpers)

JOYCE: Oh, Buffy,
stay with us, please.

(groans)
No!

-Here. Let's get her
back to my crypt.
-Spike, just go, okay?

She's our friend.
We'll take care of her.

No, guys.
I'm okay. I'm okay.

Come on, Xander.
Help me get her home.

Put a little ice
on the back of her neck.

She likes that.

BUFFY: I've been having
these flashes.

Hallucinations, I guess.

Since when?

Uh, night before last.

I was checking houses
on that list you gave me

and looking for
Warren and his pals.

And then bam.

Some kind of gross,
waxy demon thing poked me.

And when you say "poke"--

In the arm.

It-- It stung me or something,

and then it was like...

No. It-- it wasn't "like".

I was in an institution.

There were, um, doctors and...

nurses and--
and other patients.

They-- they told me
that I was sick.

I guess crazy.

And that, uh, Sunnydale
and-- and all of this...

none of it was real.

Aw, come on, that's ridiculous.

What, you think
this isn't real

just because of all
the vampires, and demons,

and ex-vengeance demons,

and the sister
that used to be a big ball
of universe-destroying energy?

I know how this must sound,
but it felt so real.

Mom was there.

She was?

Dad too.

They were together.

Like they used to be...

before Sunnydale.

Okay.
All in favor of research?

Motion passed.

All right, Xander.
You hit the demon bars.

Dig up any info on a new
player in town.

Dawnie, you can
help me research.

We'll hop online,
check all the--

Possibilities for
a full recovery, but we have
to proceed cautiously.

-If we're not careful--
-JOYCE: Wait.

Are you saying that Buffy

could be like she was before
any of this happened?

Mrs. Summers,
you have to understand

the severity of what's happened
to your daughter.

For the last six years,

she's been in
an undifferentiated type
of schizophrenia.

We know what her condition is.
That's not what we're asking.

Buffy's delusion
is multilayered.

She even believes
she's some type of hero.

The Slayer?

The Slayer, right.
But that's only one level.

She's also created
an intricate latticework

to support her
primary delusion.

In her mind,
she's the central figure

in a fantastic world
beyond imagination.

She's surrounded
herself with friends, most
with their own superpowers,

who are as real to her
as you and me.

More so, unfortunately.

Together they face grand,
overblown conflicts against
an assortment of monsters,

both imaginary
and rooted in actual myth.

Every time we think
we're getting through to her,

-more fanciful enemies
magically appear and she's--
-Enemies.

Warren and Jonathan.

They did this to me.

-Buffy.
-Buffy, it's all right.

They can't hurt you here.

You're with your family.

Dawn?

That's the sister, right?

The magical key.

Buffy inserted Dawn
into her delusion,

actually rewriting
the entire history of it

to accommodate a need
for a familial bond.

Buffy, but that created
inconsistencies, didn't it?

Your sister, your friends,

all of those people
you created in Sunnydale,

they aren't as comforting
as they once were, are they?

They're coming apart.

Buffy, listen to what
the doctor is saying.
It's important.

Buffy, you used to create
these grand villains
to battle against.

And now what is it?

Just ordinary students
you went to high school with.

No gods or monsters.

Just three
pathetic little men...

who like playing with toys.

Dude, that poison
has got her drooling,
like some kind of--

Where have you guys been?

Uh, picking up some stuff.

And checking out Buffy on
the van's remote surveillance.

Andrew's demon pet has done
some number on the Slayer.

Got her trippin' like
a Ken Russell film festival.

Well, what kind of stuff?

What?

The packages, what's in them?

What do you think, Spanky?
Do you think we're
plotting against you?

Better not be.

It's just stuff, big man.
All right?

You'll be in the know,
just as soon as you stop
being all freakazoid.

Ah. There's the vault.

I still say we're gonna
need eight other guys
to pull this off.

I never should have
let you see that movie.

-Where you going?
-Out.

Getting stuff I need.

You know, I don't really think
that's such a good idea.

Why not?

Well, it's--

It's just not safe
out there alone.

You saw how close
the Slayer got.

But we're-- we're a team.

Something happens to you,
it happens to all of us, right?

WARREN: Look, I know--
I know you're antsy,

We all are.
But you see, things, they're--

they're about to pick up
big-- big time.

We just gotta be careful
right now, all right?

Stick together.

Okay?

Look, Buffy.
I found the demon.

It fits your description
and symptoms perfectly.

Look. Is this it?

See? It's gonna be okay.

It's pokey stinger carries
an antidote to its own poison.

I feel so lost.

I know.

You're confused.

It's that crazy juice
inside you.

It's more than that.

Even before the demon.

I've been so detached.

We've all been
kind of slumming.

Every day I try
to snap out of it...

figure out why I'm like that.

Buffy, look at me.

You are not
in an institution.

You have never been
in an institution.

Yes, I have.

What?

Back when I saw
my first vampires.

I got so scared.

I told my parents,
and they completely
freaked out.

They thought
there was something
seriously wrong with me.

So, they sent me to a clinic.

Y-- You never said anything.

I was only there
a couple of weeks.

I stopped talking about it,

and they let me go.

Eventually...

my parents just forgot.

God.

That's horrible.

What if I'm still there?

What if I never
left that clinic?

Buffy.

Buffy, you're not.

I'm so sorry
you had to go through that.

But it'-- its the past.

You've gotta trust me.

We're gonna get you
that antidote.

Xander's hunting
the demon right now.

Alone?

Willow, he can't.
It's too strong.

It's okay. We got help.

So she's having
the wiggins, is she?

Thinks none of us are real.

Bloody self-centered,
if you ask me.

Spike, we need muscle,
not color commentary.

On the other hand,
it might explain some things.

This all being in that
twisted brain of hers.

Yeah. Fix up some
chip in my head.

Make me soft,
fall in love with her.

Then turn me
into her sodding sex slave.

What?

Nothing.
Alternative realities

where we're all little
figments of Buffy's
funny farm delusion.

You know, in a different
reality, you might not have
left your bride at the altar.

You might have gone through
with it like a man.

Okay, one more syllable
about Anya--

-(roars)
-(yells)

Oh, balls.
You didn't say he was
a Glarghk Guhl Kashmas'nik.

'Cause I can't say Glarba--

(growling)

(grunts)

I altered his reality.

Get it? I--

Never mind.

DAWN:
I made you some tea.

Thanks.

I'm okay, Dawn.

The thousand-yard stare
really helps sell that.

You're burning up.

I should be taller than you.

Maybe you're not done growing.

Coming apart.

What's coming apart?

We have to try harder.

Make things better.

I'm trying.

Your grades.

Stealing.

Willow's been doing
your chores, hasn't she?

What?

No, it's--
it's the fever.

It's cooking your brain.

We have to deal
with these things, Dawn. We--

You don't have
a sister, Buffy.

Dawn.

No, honey.

Say it.

It'll help you believe it.

I don't... have a sister.

I know. I...

I didn't grow up with her.

These monks,
they-- they made her.

It's your mind just
playing tricks on you.

JOYCE:
You're our little girl, Buffy.
Our one and only.

We've missed you so much.

Mom and Dad just
want to take you home
and take care of you.

I'm not even there, am I?

What?

You said it a second ago.

You don't have a sister.

It's your ideal reality,
and I'm not even a part of it.

Dawn, I--
I didn't mean--

I have to go
finish my chores.

-(growling)
-Hold it.

-XANDER: Hold it.
-I'll need its arm.

Oh-- Please!

Yeah, I'd like
both my arms too.

Thanks, Spike. I'll help when
the blistering pain subsides.

Oh!

Ready?

Xander,
go to the magic shop.

I'll need alkanet root
and a handful of nettle leaf.

Just for medicinal
properties, no magic.

When you've got them,
meet me at the campus lab.

I'll see if I can
brew up an antidote
the old-fashioned way.

I'll hold here,
keep an eye on the wax job.

-Make sure that's all
you're ogling.
-Xander.

WILLOW:
Buffy, wake up.

Got yummy antidote
goodness for you.

What happened?

It took a little longer
than I had hoped,

no magic and all.

It went boom twice,
but then I got it.

Just, when it's cooled,
drink it all down

and everything should go
back to normal.

You never stop coming through.

Thank you, Willow.

How is she?

Make sure she drinks all that.

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

You all right?

You need to leave me alone.

You're not a part of my life.

Fine then.

You know, but I hope
you don't think this an--

I hope you don't think
this antidote's gonna rid you
of that nasty martyrdom.

See, I've figured it out, love.

You can't help yourself.

You're not drawn
to the dark like I thought.

You're addicted to the misery.

That's why you won't
tell your pals about us.

You might actually
have to be happy if you did.

They'd either understand
and help you, God forbid,
or drive you out...

where you could finally be
at peace in the dark with me.

Either way,
you'd be better off for it,

but you're too
twisted for that.

Let yourself live already.

And stop with the bloody
hero trip for a sec.

We'd all be the better for it.

You either tell your friends
about us, or I will.

DOCTOR:
Buffy.

I don't wanna go back there.

I wanna be healthy again.

What do I have to do?

Oh, please help me.

I-- I wanna go home
with you and Dad.

I know, Buffy.

But first you've
gotta get better.

It's not gonna
be easy, Buffy.

You have to take it
one step at a time.

You have to start
ridding your mind

of those things that
support your hallucinations.

You understand?

There are things in that world
that you cling to.

For your delusion,
they're safe-holds.

But for your mind,
they're traps.

We have to break those down.

Slaying?

Yes.

I'm talking about
those things you want there.

What keeps you going back.

My friends.

That's right.

Last summer when you had
a momentary awakening,

it was them that
pulled you back in.

JOYCE:
They're not really
your friends, Buffy.

They're just tricks keeping you
from getting healthy.

You have to do whatever
it takes to convince
yourself of that, Buffy.

Whatever it takes.

Buffy, I-- I didn't see you.

I was just coming
to check on you.

You feeling better?
Did the antidote work?

I'm still pretty dazed,
but, uh, better.

No more cuckoo's nest?

Well, we still have
the big bad all "tranqed" out
down in the basement

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

It'll be nice
to see you all better.

Thanks.

I can make you some food,

something big with energy,
help you clear your noggin.

Come on.

(knocking)

Hello? I'm back.

Clean and with
a better smell now.

Friends? Romans?

Anyone?

Hey.

Hey there, sane girl.

So did Willow get that
antidote to you all right?

Yeah. I'm better now.

Great. So it's settled.

We're, uh, we're real, right?

I guess we should
finish off that demon

and drag it out
of the basement.

And tell me
you're up for that.

I so don't wanna
see Spike right now.

I mean,
talk about losing touch.

I hate to say it,
but I almost feel sorry
for the guy. Almost.

The things
that poor guy was saying.

I mean, I get it, you know?

I've been a part
of the Buffy obsession.

Buffy! What--

WILLOW:
(grunts)

Willow, w-- what--

(growling)

(growls)

Dawn?

Don't you knock?

I called for you.

Buffy, are you okay?

Where are you going?

I'm going over to Janice's,

where they actually like
having me around.

-You're not going anywhere.
-(scoffs)

Why not?

You want me gone anyway.

What do you care?

I care.

You're going downstairs
with the others.

It's the only way
I can get healthy.

What are you talking about?

Buffy, you look sick.

What are you doing?
What's wrong with you?

Stay away from me!
Willow, help!

Buffy, please!

You can't hide, Dawn.

Talk to me!

You're hallucinating!

I know. You're just
a trap for my mind.

Buffy, please listen to me.

That asylum and those people,
they're not real.

Buffy, look at me.

I'm right here.

You're my sister.

I need you and love you.

Somewhere inside,
you must know that's real.

Sure it is.

'Cause what's more real?

A sick girl
in an institution...

Don't.

-Please listen to me.
-or some kind of supergirl...

chosen to fight demons
and save the world?

That's ridiculous.

-(screams)
-A girl who sleeps
with a vampire she hates?

Yeah, that makes sense.

No! Buffy, stop!

I'm real!

Buffy, stop it!
I'll be good!

I promise.
You're not thinking.

(muffled screaming)

DEMON: (growling)

DOCTOR:
It's okay, Buffy.
Don't stress yourself.

Honey, take your time.

Make it as easy
on yourself as possible.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Buffy, what are you doing?

-Oh, my God.
-DEMON: (growling)

Buffy, help me!

I need my hands!

Hello?

Anybody home?

(grunting)

Buffy?

It-- It's gonna be okay,
sweetheart.

Whatever it is,
it's not real, remember?

Just keep concentrating.
I'm right here, sweetie.

XANDER:
Buffy, help me!

Buffy, help!

-(door opens)
-Willow?

(speaking Latin)

(speaking Latin)

-No!
-No, Tara!

-I don't know.
-JOYCE: Buffy.

-Look at me.
-I-- I don't--
I don't know.

I believe in you.

(whimpers)

You're a survivor.
You can do this.

-(screaming)
-(growling)

Xander.

(screaming)

-Willow!
-JOYCE: Buffy.

(whimpers)

Buffy.
Buffy, fight it.

You're too good to give in.
You can beat this thing.

Be strong, baby.
Okay?

I know you're afraid.

I know the world feels
like a hard place sometimes,

but you've got
people who love you.

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

We'll always be with you.

You've got a world
of strength in your heart.
I know you do.

You just have to
find it again.

Believe in yourself.

You're right.

Thank you.

Good-bye.

Buffy.

-DAWN: (screaming)
-DEMON: (growling)

(grunts)

(moaning)

I'm so sorry.

WILLOW:
Buffy?

We're okay.
It's all okay.

-Buffy, sit down.
You'll fall over.
-BUFFY: No.

I can't. Not until
I have the antidote.

WILLOW:
Okay.

We'll make more.
We'll take care of it.

Everything's
gonna be okay, Buffy.

I-- I'm sorry.
There's no reaction at all.

I'm afraid we lost her.

(sobbing)

(theme music playing)

Grr! Arrgh!