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-GILES: Previously on
Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
-I love you.

The only chance
you had with me
was when I was unconscious.

DAWN:
Buffy. No.

No!

XANDER:
We're talking
about raising the dead.

-It feels wrong.
-It is wrong.

She could be trapped.
I'm not gonna leave her there.

WILLOW: Osiris,
master of all fate.

Let her cross over.

(gasping)

WILLOW:
Buffy?

What's wrong with her?

WILLOW:
She's in shock.

-ANYA: Who are they?
-SPIKE: Road pirates.
They raid towns.

Use 'em up, burn 'em down.

You're alive.
And you're home.

You're home.

She's at home.
She has to be.

We just need to get there,
and she'll be there.
This is the fastest way?

-Absolutely.
-You sure?

Hey, I've done a lot of fleeing
on these mean streets.
I know all the shortcuts.

I don't like this.
Look, fire.

Fire's rarely a sign
of imminent safety.
I wish we were there already.

Hey, hey,
don't worry, ladies.
I'll get us there just fine.

My senses are
primed for danger.

Nothing is gonna--
(yelling)

It's okay.

Four-- Four limbs.

At least the demons
almost hit you on their
way o of town.

Yeah, now that their leader's
gone, they seem to be
making with the big skedaddle.

It-It was Buffy, right?
We-We saw her,
and it was really Buffy?

I think
we screwed it up.
She's broken.

No. She's not broken.
She's just disoriented

from being tormented
in some hell dimension--

probably tortured,

and it's like we don't even know
how much time has passed
there for her.

Uh, possibly years.

It's not something
you just get over.

Oh, my God. What if
she never gets over it?

-And you think of this now?
-What were you thinking,
Willow?

That-That she's--
That she's not right...

or-- or maybe,
like, dangerous?

Home. See?

You're back home.

DAWN: We're all okay now.

(theme music playing)

Ow.

It's different.

A little.

Willow and Tara
live here now,

and, um, we--

We-- We didn't do much.

We moved some
of the chairs

and took out some of
the little tables, but--

This is the same.
Except the computer stuff.

That's Willow's,
obviously.

We eat at
the other end--

obviously.

There you are.

I knew you were under
that dirt somewhere.

You remember what
Mom used to say?

"Either wash that neck
or plant potatoes."

Yeah, I never thought
it was funny either.

You want to button
that or, um--

Oh. Ow.

Um, we'll take
care of that after--

Okay.

Here, I'll do
the shirt,

and then we'll
do your hands.

See how nice
you look?

Mom's room.

I know. It's really
different now.

Willow and Tara.

This is their room?

Yeah, well,
it seemed to make
the most sense.

No one was using it,
and it's the biggest.

But, you know, now
that you're here,

we'll have to figure out
something to do.

Buffy,

you wanna, like, stop?

We can--

We can sit down
and talk.

What else
is different?

Do-Do you mean
about the house, or--

Um, let's see.

Giles--

It's so weird.
He-He left today.

Because you were--

He-He'll come right back.
I'll call him.

Someone'll call him.

What--

What what?

Uh,

what, um,
will you say to him?

(front door opens,
footsteps approach)
What was that?

It's okay. It's okay.

SPIKE:
Dawn! Dawn, are you there?

It's-- It's just Spike.
I'm-- I'm here!

Thank God.
You scared me
half to death.

-Or more to death.
You-- I could kill you.
-Spike--

I mean it. I could
rip your head off

one-handed and drink
from your brain stem.

-Look.
-Yeah?

I've seen the bloody bot
before. Didn't think
she'd patch up so--

DAWN:
(softly) Yeah.

She's kind of, um--

She's been
through a lot...

with the... death.

But I think
she's okay.

Spike, are you okay?

I'm--

What did you do?

Me? Nothing.

Her hands.

Um, I was
gonna fix 'em.

I don't know
how they got
like that.

I do.

Clawed her way out of
a coffin, that's how.

Isn't that right?

Yeah.

That's what I had to do.

I've done it myself.

Um, we'll
take care of you.

Come here.

Get some stuff.
Um, Mercurochrome,
bandages.

Okay.

How long
was I gone?

147 days, yesterday.

Uh, 148 today.

Except today
doesn't count, does it?

How long was it for you,

where you were?

Longer.

I got the stuff.

-Is she here?
-She's here!

-You're here.
-XANDER: We didn't know
where you were.

-ANYA: You ran away.
-Buffy! Are you okay?

You knew she was back?

How did you know?

-ANYA: You're not
a zombie, are you?
-XANDER: Anya!

-WILLOW:
Are you in pain?
-XANDER: What do you remember?

What do you know
about what happened?

Hey, back off.
You did this.

-What did you do?
-A spell. We-- We did a spell.

-We didn't think
it worked, but--
-Is she going to be okay?

I'm okay.

I'm gonna be fine.

I-- I remember.
You brought me back.

-What was it like?
-I-- I can't--

It's okay.
You don't have to
talk about this, Buff.

Hey, do you want something?
Anything. Pizza!
I'll get you pizza.

-Buffy likes pizza.
-TARA: Yeah, something to eat?

She doesn't want pizza.

TARA:
I just meant--
Guys... back off.

Right. Uh, Dawn's right.
We-- We should just be quiet

and let Buffy tell us
what she needs.

I-- I think I just
want to go to sleep.

That's a good idea.
You-- You should sleep.

Right. Long day.
But, Buffy, be happy.

We got you out.
We really did it.

Tired.

Well, yeah.
I mean,

jet lag from hell
has gotta be, you know,
jet lag from hell.

My room is still--

Yeah. Yes,
it's your room.

Well, she-- she's
fine, normal.

She used to go to bed
all the time.

I think
Willow's wrong.

I don't think
she's particularly
normal at all.

Well, she just got back.
Give it time.

I bet in a week,
she'll be our little
Bufferin again.

Oh, yes. Six or seven days--
that's all you
really need

to get over eternal
hell experiences.

Who's that? Spike?

What are you
doing out here?

I hope you're not
gonna start your
little obsession

now that she's
around again.

-Aah!
-Hey!

You didn't tell me.
You brought her
back,

and you didn't
tell me.

Well, now you know.

I worked beside you
all summer.

We didn't tell you.

It was just--

We didn't, okay?

Listen.
I figured it out.

Maybe you haven't,
but I have.

Willow knew
there was a chance

that she'd
come back wrong.

So wrong
that you'd have--

that she would
have to get rid of
what came back,

and I wouldn't
let her.

Any part of that
was Buffy,
I wouldn't let her.

And that's why
she shut me out.

What are you talking about?
Willow wouldn't do that.

Ohh, is that right?

Look, you're
just covering.

Don't tell me
you're not happy.

Look me in the eyes...

and tell me
when you saw Buffy alive

that wasn't the happiest moment
of your entire existence.

That's the thing about magic--

There's always
consequences.

Always!

(motorcycle engine starts)

(door closes)

Hey.
Did you get through
to London?

Yeah. He's
gonna head back

as soon as he can.

I'm not sure-- like,
maybe a couple days.

-How did he take it?
-Um, I'm not sure.

I mean,

glad, but kind
of weirded out,

which I get,
you know.

Lots of
"Dear Lords."

And I think
I actually heard him
clean his glasses.

Are you worried?

Worried? Tara,
it worked fine.
It's all good.

Hey, Wil, this is me.

It doesn't all have to be
"good" and "fine."

This is the room where
you don't have to be brave.

And I still love you.

If you're worried,
you can be worried.

Well, I'm not
un-worried.

I mean, what--
what happened--

that was intense.

I mean, that's...
gotta change you.

When Angel came back,

Buffy said
he was wild,

like an animal.

Buffy's not like that.

-Yeah.
-But?

It's just kind of
noisy up here
tonight, you know?

Yeah?

Is this better?

Yeah. I think
it makes things
quieter in here.

You know what I think?

I think we all just
assumed crash positions.

-Huh?
-It-- It's like,

we were all tensed up,
like...

we were expecting it
to screw up.

And we weren't prepared
for it to actually go right.

Yeah.

-Tara?
-Yeah?

If things
did go right,

wouldn't you think
she'd be...

happier?

Like-- Like,
wouldn't you think

she'd be so happy that
we brought her out?

Sure, she is.

You thought
she'd say thanks,

be more grateful.

Would I be
a terrible person
if I said yes?

Give her time.
She'll get there.

Right.

No need to be in
a big, furry hurry.

Exactly.

TARA:
I'm sure it's okay.

(glass shattering)

WILLOW:
Buffy?
What did you do?

Do you know what you did?
You're like children.

Your hands smell of death.
Bitches!

Filthy little bitches
rattling the bones!

Did you cut the throat?
Did you pat its head?

(girls gasping)
The blood dried
on your hands, didn't it?

-Oh, my God, oh, my God.
-You were stained.
You still are!

I know what you did!

The glass--
There's no glass.

Okay, what in the frilly
heck is going on?
Maybe we dreamed it.

Right, right.

Wrong.
Different brains.
Oh, yeah.

Well, what was it
talking about?
Did you understand it?

Well, I understood
the words, but... no.

(gasping)

-What was that?
-Th-There's something
in the house.

What is it after?
Is it... Buffy?

I don't know.
That's it.
I'm gonna call.

I hope Xander's up.

Xander, are you up?

I can't sleep.

Play a word game
with me.

Xander,
are you awake?

Okay, I'm gonna
describe an adjective

with accurate
but misleading clues,

and then you have to
guess what it is.

-Xander? Xander?
-(phone ringing)

Huh? What? Do what?

That ought to do it.

Hello?
Xander, it's me--
Willow.

Uh, we were
just attacked.

Attacked? A vampire?

No, it-it was Buffy,
or something that
looked like her.

-TARA: Like she was possessed.
-And then she just disappeared,

a-and-- and we saw
something-- a little--

There's something
in the house.

In the house?
All right, Willow,
you need to get out of there.

-Just get everyone out.
-(chuckling evilly)

Wake up Buffy and Dawn.
Don't make a big deal--
Ah!

Anya! Anya!

WILLOW:
Xander?

Xander!

Very bad. Very, very,
very bad. Bad.

He's all
traumatized.
Well, whatever it is,

it's not the--
the traditional haunting,

because it-- it's not limited
to one specific place...

and there's not,
you know, a dead person.

Not anymore.

I bet it's
a hitchhiker.
A hitchhiker?

Um, standard way
to travel
through dimensions.

Some demon thing
sees someone moving
between worlds

and grabs on
for the ride.

You mean, like,
some hell beastie

rode in with Buffy?

Like, we're
responsible for this?

Assume crash positions.

I think
we shouldn't have
brought Buffy back.

I knew it was gonna
end badly. I should've
said something.

Okay, fine, but
what are we gonna do?

I mean, I'm feeling the need
for some vigorous doing,
you know?

It's okay. We-- We just
kill the beastie,
and all is good.

We're rolling in puppies.
Right?

Can we do that?
Kill it?

-BUFFY:
We killing something?
-Buffy!

You're not supposed
to be up.

H-How are feeling?
Are you okay?

So what are we killing?

A demon
you brought back
from hell with you.

-Oh.
-It's not like
she's making it sound.

A little
haunting-type stuff.
Boo-scary.

-Everything's normal.
-You-You shouldn't
worry about it.

Um, I remembered something.

Last night, uh--

Buff?

Uh,

the photographs...
of-of us.

They changed.

How did they change?

They were dead.

I-- I mean, we were dead,

like, um, dead bodies.

But-- But then
they were okay,

so I just, you know,
figured it was me.

I-I was going crazy.

Well, maybe
you are going crazy,
from hell.

No, you're fine.

You are, and, Buffy,
we're-- we're so glad.

Yeah, this thing,
this haunting thing--

We'll fix it, and then
we'll still have you back,

which is...

it's so important.

-Yes.
-It's wonderful.

We should get to work.

What's the list?

Possible
hitchhikers.

Demons that might've
come out of hell
the same time Buffy did.

"Skaggmore demons,
Trellbane demons,
Skitterers,

large and small
bone-eaters."

If we get to pick,
I say we go with
the small bone-eaters.

Well, that just means
they prefer to eat things
with small bones, like you.

That's just
what we have so far--

five species of demons
that have been known
to move transdimensionally.

Two of them may be invisible
in this dimension,

and two others
can perform spells
to alter perception.

Well, that's four.
What's the other one like?

Like the others,
only dripping
with viscous fluid.

Ew!

So, should we concentrate
on how to kill those,

or should we try
to find more?

I'm not sure.
Maybe--

Maybe some of us
can keep going
finding more,

-and the others--
-I miss Giles.

Oh, he's coming back.
I-I talked to him.

I know I'm a kind of
poor substitute,

but until then,
we'll get it done.

I think I should patrol.

Oh, I know we'll find
something soon.

Yeah.

XANDER: Do you want us
to go with you?
ANYA: We can do that.

No, I--I need to go.
Sorry.

You should go.

I'll be safe here
with the others.

Don't worry
about me.

I found one of those
24-hour places for coffee.

Remember that bookstore?
Well, they became
one of those...

books and coffee places,
and now they're just coffee.

It's like evolution,
only without
the "getting better" part.

Uh, coffee, coffee, coffee.
Um, hot chocolate for Dawn.

-You're too young for coffee.
-(Demonic voice) Idiot!

-You can have my coffee.
-All of you did it.

You stupid children.
Did you think the blood
wouldn't reach you?

I smell the death on you.
Look at what you've done!

-Fire, fire, fire!
-Dawn!

XANDER:
Fire!

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

That was it.
Like-- Like Buffy with fire.

-Is she okay?
-Did I look like that?

I hope I didn't
look like that.

No, I'm sure you looked
really glamorous,
cutting up your face.

What-- What is it?

-What's happening?
-You'll be okay.

-I bet you'll experience
some dry mouth.
-Huh?

With fire.

W-Was it--
Did the demon thing have me?

It's okay.
It's okay.

Yeah, it's gone.
Yes, but where
did it go?

I mean,
evil things have plans.
They have things to do.

(laughing hysterically)

-(door opens)
-(footsteps)

Buffy.

You should
be careful.

You never know what
kind of villain's got
a knife at your back.

Your hand is hurt.

Hmm.

Same to you.

Right.

Willow's getting
pretty strong, isn't she?

Bringing you back.

It's hard to get a good night's
death around her.

You can sit down.
I got furniture.

You should see
the downstairs too.
It's quite posh.

Uh, I do remember
what I said.

The promise...

to protect her.

If I'd have done that,

even if I didn't make it...

you wouldn't
have had to jump.

But I want you to know
I did save you.

Not when it counted,
of course,
but after that.

Every night after that.

I'd see it all again.
I do something different.

Faster, more clever,
you know?

Dozens of times,
lots of different ways.

Every night, I save you.

It's getting light out.
Buffy's probably on her way
home from patrolling.

I like sunrise better
when I'm getting up early

than when I'm staying up
late, you know?

It's like I'm seeing it
from the wrong side.

Hey, Tara,
this is probably crazy,

but Spike got me
to thinking.

This spell we did--
It's having
consequences, isn't it?

I mean, it sure
seems like it.

I was just wondering,
did you know that this
might happen?

No.

Do you think--
Could someone have known?

Willow is a talented witch,
and she would never
do anything to hurt anyone.

I know, I know, huh?
Backing up quickly.
Hands in the air.

I just meant that--
WILLOW:
Thaumogenesis.

-She's possessed.
-Thaumogenesis.

Yeah, right.

I'm not possessed.
I-I think I figured it out.

This demon--
I-It's not a demon we let out.

It's-- It's a demon
that we made.

We made a demon?
Bad us.

Thaumogenesis is when
doing a spell actually
creates a being.

In this case,
it was like a--
a-a side effect, I guess.

Like a price.

What?

Think of it like

the world doesn't like you
getting something for free,

and we asked for
this huge gift-- Buffy.

And-And so the world
said, "Fine,

but if you have that,
you have to take this too."

And it made the demon.

Well, technically,
that's not a price.
That's a gift with purchase.

Um-- But i-if we
made the demon,
how come we can't see it?

I mean, all we see
is us doing stuff.

Well, I think it's out of phase
with this dimension.

Like, i-its consciousness
is here,

but its body is caught
in the ether between
existing and not existing.

It doesn't have a body,
so it's borrowing ours.

It borrowed Dawn
and Anya.

Or it's manifesting copies
of them, like it did
when Buffy came at us.

It's using them to do
stuff-- to scare us,
attack us.

So we need to
un-create it, right?

We need to send it
the rest of the way
out of our world.

Uh-huh, except that
it's linked to the spell,

so if we sent it away,

it would be like
the spell didn't exist,

like it never happened.

Like it never
brought Buffy back.

Yes.

You can't do that.

You can't think for
a second that you're
going to do that.

TARA: Dawn--
If you think you can
give her back to me...

and then take her
away again, no.

That's worse than if you
never brought her back.

You can't mess with
people's lives this way.

Dawn, we're not
gonna do it that way.

How can you
let her do this?

How can you even talk
about letting her go?

Honey, you weren't
listening. She said
we will find another way.

-We will.
-Then do it.

Wait. Okay, wait.
Dawn, everybody, hold on.

What? Why are you smiling?
That's inappropriate.

-Because it's temporary.
-What is?

The demon.
It's gonna dissipate.

The only way for it
to survive on this plane

is if it were
to kill the subject
of the original spell.

It would live
if it killed Buffy?

But that's
not gonna happen.
Thanks for the tip.

DEMON:
You don't belong here.

Did they tell you
you belonged here?

Did they say
this was your home again?

Were you offered pretty lies,
little girl?

Or did they even
give you a choice?

Xander, drive faster.

I can't.
I could drive faster,
and I can't drive.

She's right. You're like
a snail-- a snail who's
driving a car very slowly.

Come on, give it the lead foot.
We gotta help Buffy with
that demon you sent after her.

I did not send the demon.
I was possessed.

The demon used me to eavesdrop
on our conversation.

Great. So now what?
We have to talk in some sort
of anti-demon secret code?

Ood-gay idea-yay,
An-yay.

Stop talking to her
in pig Latin and drive.
Buffy's in trouble.

It's okay, Dawnie.
Willow and Tara
are doing a spell.

Y-You sure it won't
send Buffy back?

No, of course not.
It's just that she can't
fight this thing

if it's all misty,
so they'll make it
more solid

so Buffy can kick
its fully embodied ass.

Sure it'll work?

TOGETHER:
Child of words,
hear thy makers.

Child of words, we entreat.

With our actions
did we make thee.

To our voices
wilt thou bend.

With our potions,
thou took motive.

With our motions
came to pass.

We rescind
no past devotions.

Give thee substance,
give thee mass.

DEMON:
You're the one
who's barely here,

set on this earth
like a bubble.

You won't even disturb
the air when you go.

Go. Take Dawn
out of here.

Child of words,
hear thy makers.

Child of words,
we entreat.

Solid.

-Oh!
-Ah! Ahh.

Oh.

That's probably the sort
of thing I'm not
supposed to see, right?

-Dawn.
-What's wrong?

Lunch.

You made me lunch?

Wow. Thanks.

You better go. You've been
out of school since...

I got back.

And you know
what they say--

Those of us
who fail history--

doomed to repeat it
in summer school.

Thank you.

You okay?

I'm going to start charging
money for every person
that asks me that.

-Everyone's
been doing that, huh?
-A little bit.

It's because they care
about you a lot.

When you were gone--

It was bad
when you were gone.

But it'll be better now,
now that they can
see you being happy.

It's all they want.

(door opens)

Buffy, hey.

Hey, you get Dawn
off to school all right?
'Cause I was thinking,

if you need help
picking her up, I--

It's okay. I got it.

Look, you guys, um,
there's this thing.

So I'm just
gonna say it.

You brought me back.

I was in a--
I was in hell.

I, um, I can't
think too much
about what it was like,

but it felt like the world
abandoned me there.

And then suddenly,
you guys did what you did.

It was Willow.
She knew what to do.

Okay, so you did that.

And the world
came rushing back.

Thank you.

You guys gave me
the world.

I can't tell you
what it means to me.

And I should've
said it before.

You're welcome.

Welcome home, Buffy.

Buffy.

Spike, it's daylight,
and you're--
Not on fire?

The sun's low enough.
It's shady enough here.

I was gonna go inside,
but I overheard you
and the Super Friends

exchanging a special moment,
and I came over a bit queasy.

Say, aren't you leaving
a hole in the middle
of some soggy group hug?

Just wanted
a little time alone.

Oh. Uh, right, then.

It's okay. I can be alone
with you here.

Thanks ever so.

Right.

Buff?

Slayer?

Are you okay?

I'm here. I'm good.

Buffy, if you're in--

if you're in pain,

or if you need anything,
or if I can do
anything for you--

You can't.

Well, I haven't been to
a hell dimension just of late,

but I do know a thing or two
about torment.

I was happy.

Wherever I was,

I was happy.

At peace.

I knew that everyone
I cared about was all right.

I knew it.

Time didn't mean anything.

Nothing had form.

But I was still me,
you know?

And I was warm.

And I was loved.

And I was finished.

Complete.

I-I don't understand

theology or dimensions--

any of it, really.

But I think I was in heaven.

And now I'm not.

I was torn out of there.

Pulled out... by my friends.

Everything here is hard...

and bright...

and violent.

Everything I feel,

everything I touch--

this is hell.

Just getting through
the next moment...

and the one after that,

knowing what I've lost--

They can never know.

Never.

Grr! Arrgh!