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GILES: Previously... SPIKE: Last night changed things.

The only thing that's different is that I'm disgusted with myself.

Is this the way to the movies?

-What is this place? -I'll just be a minute.

Willow's into something. Her and Dawn have been missing for hours.

Do you know how long I've been out here? Let's get out of here.

Dawny, I'm sorry. I'm--

-You could have killed her. -I need help.

No more spells. I'm finished.

-Got it. -It's beautiful.

Congratulations. Phase one of the plan is now complete.

Candles? We can't have candles?

Dawn, it's a magic clearance. Everything must go.

B-But they're just candles.

Well, yeah, to you and me, they're just candles,

but to witches, they're like bongs.

(sighs)

BUFFY: So, no candles, no charms.

No-- Bird.

No bird? The peacock on the table.

It has two crystals in it.

Tara, she-- She left them.

I'll make sure she gets 'em.

Dawn, do me a favor. Can you grab the fertility god statue on the desk over there?

Kokopelli? No. I love him.

And he was Mom's.

Why do we have to get rid of so many things I like?

Dawn, I explained this to you.

Willow has a problem.

The next few weeks are gonna be crazy hard on her as it is.

Any reminder of what it is that she's trying to stay away from,

you know, could cause her to give in to temptation.

And that would be bad.

Okay, that's it. It's finally done.

I mean, it still needs a trial run, but it's--

-Kinda clunky looking. -What?

I pictured something cooler-- more ILM, less Ed Wood.

Do you wanna see cool? I'll show you cool. Look.

Mama.

Did it?

Is it-- Yeah.

(gasps)

(chair squeaks) (laughing)

Oh, I'd call that a successful test.

Oh, that's just half the test.

Hey. Hey!

-You penis! -Oh, cheer up, Frodo.

Because thanks to my brains and our mystical gem,

we got ourselves an invisibility ray.

And I'd say that makes us pretty much unstoppable.

(theme music playing)

Dawn, come on. You gotta eat breakfast.

Xander's gonna be here any second.

She's gonna be late for school again.

How you doing? WILLOW: I'm okay.

Not "ready to head back to classes, face the world" okay,

but... the shakiness is only semi now.

I thought I'd spend the day fishing the Net

for more poop on the stolen diamond.

(footsteps) I called you before.

Didn't hear you.

Hey, Dawnie, I'm making you a nice omelet.

Not hungry.

Dawn, you need to eat something.

-Thanks for your concern. -(glass slams)

Okay, I deserve the wrath of Dawn,

but why is she taking it out on you?

Because I let it happen.

-Buffy, I was the one who-- -Who was drowning.

My best friend.

I was too wrapped up

in my own dumb life to even notice.

Too-- (door bursts open)

(sizzling)

(sniffles) Morning.

What are you doing, and here?

Just, uh, took a stroll.

Found myself in your neck of the woods.

Couldn't find a less flammable time of day to take a stroll?

Yeah, well, the fact is my lighter's gone missing.

Thought it might've dropped out of my pocket last time I was here.

Haven't seen it.

I'm gonna head back to my room. Just... get dressed.

Oh, I...

-Lame. -What?

You. Making up excuses.

Don't flatter yourself, love. Bloody fond of that lighter.

Stop trying to see me and stop calling me that.

So, um, what should I call you then?

Pet?

Sweetheart?

My, uh, little Goldilocks?

You know, I love this hair, the way it bounces around when--

Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh! This flapjack's not ready to be flipped.

What the hell is that supposed to--

(quiet moan)

(whispering) No. Stop that.

Good Godfrey Cambridge, Spike!

You still trying to mack on Buffy?

Wake up already. Never gonna happen.

Only a complete loser would ever hook up with you.

Well, unless she's a simpleton like Harmony...

or a nut sack like Drusilla. Hey!

You really need to get Dawn off to school.

Let's go-- go fetch her, okay?

You can let yourself out, right, Spike?

-Dawn, you better get going. Xander's here. -I'm here.

Okay, you have everything you need? Yep.

And after school, you-- Yeah. Let's go, Xander.

You will come straight home.

Sure. Maybe we can find some time

for you to get me into another car accident.

Oh, good morning. You must be Dawn.

Huh? BUFFY: May I help you?

I'm Doris Kroeger from Social Services. We had an appointment.

-Oh, for Wednesday. -This is Wednesday.

Right. Well, Dawn, you better--

(sighs) And, Xander, you'll drive safely.

Yes, ma'am.

A little bit on the tardy side, isn't she?

Yeah, well, it's been one of those mornings, you know.

Great. Come on in.

Sorry about the mess. We're doing a little house clean.

So, we gonna chat this out or what?

Uh, now's really not a good time.

Um, I have company.

No worries. I'll wait.

Um, Miss Summers, if you and your boyfriend...

would like to-- He is not--

(clears throat) Not my-- my boyfriend.

He's, um, just, uh--

Spike, this nice woman is, uh, from Social Services.

Oh, right.

Uh, hey, Buffy's a great mum.

She takes good care of her little sis.

Like, um, when Dawn was hanging out too much in my crypt,

Buffy put a right stop to it.

I'm sorry. Did you say-- BUFFY: Crib. Crib.

(laughing) He said crib.

You know kids today and their buggin' street slang.

Uh, Spike, didn't you have to go now, you know? Because of that thing.

Uh, thing. Uh, my blanket.

He sleeps here?

What? No. No.

Oh, th-th-the blanket.

That's, um-- It's a security thing, yeah.

He has issues.

No. Just me and Dawn living here.

WILLOW: Buffy, I'm not feeling hot, so I'm gonna take a quick nap, okay?

O-Okay, Wil!

That's Willow. She, uh--

She kind of lives here, too, actually.

Oh, so you live with another woman?

Oh. Oh, it's not a gay thing, you know.

I mean, well, she's gay, but we don't gay--

Not that there's anything-- oh-- wrong with--

You know, I know what that looks like,

but I-I-- I swear it's not what it looks like.

It's magic weed.

It's not mine.

I think I've seen enough. No.

Actually, I really don't think that you have.

It's just-- It's been kind of-- kind of a bad time.

It's been a bad time now for a while, hasn't it, Miss Summers?

Your sister's grades have fallen sharply in the last year

due in large part to her frequent absences and lateness.

But there are good reasons. I'm sure there are.

But my interest is in Dawn's welfare

and the stability of her home life--

something I'm just not convinced

that an unemployed young woman like yourself can provide.

I can. I-I do.

Well, we'll just have to see about that then, won't we?

Oh, and I'm going to recommend immediate probation in my report.

What does that mean?

It means that I'll be monitoring you

very closely, Miss Summers.

And if I don't see that things are improving,

well, I'll be forced to recommend that you be stripped

of your sister's guardianship.

You can't do that.

I do what is in Dawn's best interest,

as should you.

Have a nice day.

(sighs)

Didn't go well, huh?

Why won't you go?

I just thought you'd want-- Get out of here!

Just getting what I came for, love.

So long, Goldilocks.

(gasps) (door opens, closes)

(sniffles, cries)

Well, I-I think I can work with this.

What exactly would you like me to do?

Just make me... different.

I'm scared. What if we get caught?

No way. We'll be invisible. Plus their security's gotten lax.

You should know. You've cased this joint enough.

WARREN: Okay, this is it.

Remember. We're professionals.

-Uh, Slayer. -What? W-Where?

There. Headed this way.

-JONATHAN: Give it! -No. I need to be invisible.

I need it more. Buffy can't see me! Ah!

Watch it! Don't-- Don't-- Give it! Give it!

WARREN: Ah! You overloaded it!

Oopsie.

What happened to Buffy? She's gone.

She's right here-- table four. I put her with your family.

Great. Except we don't hate Buffy.

Let's put her back at table one. (footsteps)

ANYA: Where do I put D'Hoffryn?

XANDER: We're not inviting D'Hoffryn.

ANYA: I have to. He's my ex-boss.

You're inviting your work buddies. BUFFY: She's got a point.

Hey, Buffy--

Where-- Where are you?

BUFFY: At table four apparently.

Well, that remains to be seen... like you.

BUFFY: Don't strain yourself looking, Xander.

I'm Invisible Girl.

BUFFY: Uh, Xander? Sorry!

Her clothes are, uh, invisible... too.

(chuckles) Buffy, how did this hap--

Wait a sec. Have you been feeling ignored lately?

BUFFY: Yeah, ignored. I wish.

No, this isn't a Marcie deal. I don't know what happened.

-I left Main Street after getting my hair cut and was-- -You cut your hair?

-BUFFY: Oh, yeah. -Really? How short?

BUFFY: About up to here. Well, if you could see my hand,

it's kind of above my shoulders. Ah, that sounds so adorable.

I was thinking about getting my hair cut before the wedding.

Could we get back to freaking out about no-show Buffy?

This is serious. BUFFY: I know.

It kind of fits the day I've had.

Willow's still a wreck, Dawn's mad at both of us,

and the Social Services lady put me through a wringer.

Says she's gonna watch me. I'd like to see her try now.

You know, there may be an upside to no-see me.

XANDER: Buff, did you see anyone or...

anything suspicious before you...

cleared up?

BUFFY: Nope. Didn't see nothin'.

Hmm. See what I did there with the eyeballs?

Why would anyone make her invisible anyway?

I mean, invisible Slayer's gotta be way more effective than the standard variety.

Yeah. I'm less with the "why" and more with the "how."

We get the "how," then we got how to make her unseen sight seen again, right?

BUFFY: S'all right.

Buffy, could you focus, please?

I am. Just-- This is kind of fun.

Well, it would help if we had a little bit more to go on.

Or anything to go on.

Well, I could go check the spot where Buffy disappeared,

you know, snoop for clues.

BUFFY: Yeah. Right. Uh, hey, you know what?

I'm just gonna go for a walk.

A walk? BUFFY: Yeah. You know, clear my head.

You guys keep working on the "whats" and the "hows."

(chuckles) "Clear my head." Buffy!

Uh, it seems pretty obvious it's some kind of spell that's done this to her.

A spell from who? You said it yourself.

It makes no sense for one of her enemies to make her invisible.

Maybe it's a mistake. A magical mistake.

Who'd be messing with that kind of pow--

(door opens) XANDER: Willow.

Xander.

How's it going? Um, good.

I-I found out some stuff about the diamond stolen from the museum.

It's called the Illuminata.

There's rumors of it having quasi-mystical quantum properties.

Willow, we need to talk.

We ar talking. Well, I'm talking, and you're looking at me funny.

Is there something you want to tell me?

It was nothing. I-I-- I didn't slip. Wil, nobody's mad.

Relapse is a part of recovery. We understand that.

We just have to figure a way to fix it.

Fix what?

Fix Buffy. Buffy's broken?

Wil, you know what I'm talking...

You don't know?

Rhymes with... "blinvisible"? What?

Buffy was in town, leaving the haircutting place

-when she suddenly just-- -Buffy got her hair cut?

Yeah! Adorable apparently.

I personally couldn't tell since she's all "blinvisible."

And you think I have something to do with this?

No. Not--

Well, come on, Wil. Some of the spells you've done have caused some weird stuff

to happen to each of us at one time or another.

-And let's not forget the recent forgetting. -Oh, I see.

So, now when anything nasty happens, I get conveniently blamed for it?

-No one's blaming. -So I guess it wouldn't matter

if I just jump off the wagon completely,

since you already think I'm making pit stops.

Look, if you say you didn't do it--

Willow, where you going? For a walk.

A couple of circuits are burned out, and the wiring's all fried.

But we had so many plans.

Naked women and all-- Well, all the naked women.

This is your fault. If you hadn't grabbed it from me--

Hey, we got a lot bigger problems here, bonehead.

-The Slayer's invisible now. -He's right.

She could be anywhere.

Even here, right now.

Watching, listening to every word we say.

For all we know, she could be one of us.

Oh! No, wait. (mumbling)

I wouldn't sweat the Slayer too much.

(scoffs) Says you.

In my book, an invisible Slayer means a whole world of trouble.

(footsteps)

BUFFY: I am the Ghost of Fashion Victims Past.

Studded caps-- not a good idea.

Hey, I'm doing you a favor!

Nah. Too easy.

(device beeping)

Hmm. (engine revs)

So long, copper!

Hey. Hey! That's mine! Stop!

BUFFY: Hello, Mrs. Kroeger.

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

What? Where's my--

(chuckling) Losing my mind.

Ah.

Okay. Who's the--

BUFFY (softly): Kill, kill, kill.

-What? -I didn't say anything.

Not you, the mug. It's--

But I, uh-- I heard something.

BUFFY: Kill, Doris. Kill everybody.

You know you want to. Shut up. Shut up.

Just shut up!

BUFFY: Okay. No.

No.

Yahtzee.

Doris, I've got a few,

so if you want to discuss that case file now.

What? Oh. Oh, yes. The, um, Summers file.

It's , uh-- It's right over here.

Uh-- Uh, it's a 15-year-old girl... Mm-hmm.

living under her older sister's guardianship.

The house is a complete-- What is this?

"All work and no play make Doris a dull girl." What?

"All work and no play make Doris--"

The pages are filled with it. Uh. I-I--

I-I-- I didn't do this. I--

It was the voice. Excuse me?

There was a voice before.

It made my coffee dance.

It told me to-- To what?

Nothing.

Doris...

uh, take the rest of the day off.

See your doctor. What about my cases?

We'll, uh, put someone else on them

and have them redo the Summers interview.

(Buffy whistling) I'm not crazy.

I am not crazy! MAN: No one said that you were.

(continues whistling) (chatter, indistinct)

(spray can rattling, paint spraying)

Hey, Wil. What you doin'?

Look, Xander, I figured out this is where Buffy disappeared, from what you told me,

so don't start jumping to any conclusions.

No jumping. Look, feet firmly planted.

I'm not feeling like myself right now. Sorry.

Me too. Sorry.

So, what have we found out so far? Take a look at that.

Something sped out of here pretty damn quick

to make that kind of tread mark.

-Those could have been made anytime. -Yeah, but this wasn't.

What is it? Paint that I scraped off the fire hydrant.

Oh. What fire hydrant? (loud clank)

Ow! That one.

Whatever hit this fire hydrant hit it after it was made invisible.

And betcha-by-golly-wow, that something...

was the same something that shot out of that alley.

Black paint? Buffy's phantom van.

We need to let Buffy-- Whoa! There's something there.

(paint spraying)

It-It's a pylon. One of those orange traffic cones.

You should take it to the Magic Box.

It might help you and Anya figure out what kind of spell was used.

-What about you? -Well, I got paint scrapings...

and a tire mark.

I'm gonna find this van that's been stalking Buffy.

By the way, where is Buffy?

(woman screams on TV)

WOMAN: Oh, my God. The blood! Look at all the blood!

(scary movie music) (stomach growls)

(door opens) (TV continues, indistinct)

(footsteps)

Whatever beastie you are, I know you're here,

and I hurt beasties.

Hey, watch it. (TV switches off)

(sighs)

A ghost, is it? Go and haunt the living like a good spook.

(footsteps)

-(blow thuds) -Wh--

Buffy? BUFFY: I told you--

stop trying to see me. (grunts)

-Oh, I got it. -Really?

Yeah. We'll put D'Hoffryn at your parents' table

and move your Uncle Rory to table five near the bar.

An, honey, we're looking for invisibility spells here.

Well, obviously, I haven't found anything yet.

At least nothing that would explain why things near Buffy become invisible.

Eww! Xander.

What happened? An unpleasant tactile experience--

like putting my hand in pudding.

-Eww! -Like pudding.

Am I right? Rice or tapioca-- lumpy like that.

We have to find Buffy. She's gotta know.

I don't think Buffy's gonna be too broken up over a pylon.

Anya, whatever's happening to the pylon will probably happen to her.

If we don't find Buffy-- I mean, if we don't figure out how this was done--

She's pudding?

What do you mean she's gonna fade away?

The Slayer got slammed with a big-ass dose of radiation when the gun overloaded.

Her cells are mutating at an accelerated rate.

Eventually, her molecular makeup will start losing its integrity, and then-- pfft.

-But wouldn't that kill her? -Let me think.

Yeah. Wait a minute.

We're not killing anybody, especially not Buffy.

You guys are so immature. We're villains!

When you gonna get that through your thick skulls?

We're not killers. We're crime lords.

Yeah, like-- like Lex Luthor.

He's always trying to take over Metropolis, but he doesn't kill Superman.

Because it's Superman's book, you moron!

Well, Lex doesn't kill him, does he?

Listen, Warren-- You get that ray working,

and the first thing we're gonna do is find Buffy

and "re-visible" her before it's too late.

You got me?

Fine.

Whatever you guys say.

Spike?

(Spike and Buffy moaning)

Spike?

What are you doing?

What am I-- What does it look like I'm doing, you nit?

I'm exercising, aren't I?

(grunting) (Buffy gasps)

Exercising... naked...

in bed.

A man shouldn't use immortality as an excuse to let himself go.

You gotta keep fit for the killing.

Yeah-huh.

Looks like you had a little trouble upstairs-- a mini disaster area.

So what, you just come here to criticize my housekeeping?

No. Uh, no. I'm looking for Buffy.

Haven't seen her. Well, you wouldn't.

Fact is, she's come down with a slight case of invisibility.

-Yeah? Huh. How did, uh-- -We don't know yet.

(Buffy moans softly) (gasps)

Anyway, she's not at the house, and I really, really need to find her.

Tell you what. I'll take a peek around first chance I get,

and, if we bump into each other,

I'll clue her that you're on the lookout.

After your... exercises.

Yeah, right.

You know, kidding aside, Spike,

you really should get a girlfriend.

(sighs)

That was bloody stupid. (door opens, closes)

BUFFY: What's the matter? Ashamed to be seen with me?

Come on. He had no idea I was here.

This is perfect.

Perfect for you.

BUFFY: Well, picture me confused.

I thought this is what you wanted.

(scoffs) What I want--

This vanishing act's right liberating for you, isn't it?

Go anywhere you want, do anything you want.

Or anyone. BUFFY: What are you talking about?

The only reason you're here is that you're not here.

Right, of course. As usual, there's something wrong with Buffy.

She came back all wrong. You know, I didn't ask for this to happen to me.

Not too put off by it, though, are you?

BUFFY: No. Maybe 'cause for the first time since--

I'm free.

Free of rules and reports.

-Free of this life. -Free of life?

Got another name for that-- "dead."

BUFFY: Why do you always have to--

I thought we were having fun.

Yeah, now. But sooner or later,

your chums are gonna work out a way to bring you back to living color.

You need to go.

Get dressed-- if you can find your clothes-- and push off.

'Cause if I can't have all of you, I'd rather-- Hey, that's cheating.

(beeping)

BUFFY: I don't believe this.

He threw me out? He threw me.

Did I, like, fall into some backward dimension here?

Is this Bizarro world?

And after he's always going on and on about

being the only one that understands me.

(imitating Spike) We're alike, you and me. Birds of a bloody feather.

(chattering) BUFFY: Oh, he's just so--

Hey, I'm walking here!

Insensitive. It is.

Willow? Willow!

Dawn? Hey, Dawn, come here.

You wanna see something neat?

(sighs)

There you are! (gasps)

Buffy? Where are you?

BUFFY: I'm invisible. Check this out.

Whoooo. Whoooo.

Unidentified flying pizza coming in for a landing.

W-What are you talking-- BUFFY: Okay, not the most clever ad lib.

But come on-- points for spontaneity. Stop it.

-Just... stop. -BUFFY: Sorry, Dawn.

I'm-- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out.

What would you think would happen? You're freakin' invisible, Buffy.

I know. Xander and Anya are working on it, "Muldering" out what happened.

What about you? Shouldn't you be working on it?

-Of course, I-- -Do you even care about-- about who did this to you

or-- or if you're gonna be stuck this way?

You're making jokes and flying pizzas. BUFFY: I don't think that's--

I can't talk to you like this. I can't see you.

How can I talk to you if I can't see you? (bump)

BUFFY: Dawn! Dawn!

(beeps) Buffy, it's Xander. Where are you?

Listen, we got a new problem here.

ANYA: Tell her. XANDER: I'm trying to.

Anya and I think whatever made you invisible is slowly killing you.

ANYA: Tell her about the pudding. XANDER: Anya!

Buff, if we don't-- If this isn't reversed, you're gonna,

well, dissolve or fade... into nothing.

(beeps)

BUFFY: Wow.

WARREN: Now!

Hey! Let go of me!

WARREN: Congratulations. You're our first hostage.

BUFFY: Dawn, I'm going out to find Xander!

If he calls-- (phone rings)

(ringing continues)

Xander? JONATHAN: Don't talk. Just listen, Slayer.

You don't have a lot of time.

BUFFY: Who is this? You sound familiar.

JONATHAN (alters voice): I'm nobody. No one you know.

We've got your friend Willow, and if you don't want anything nasty to happen to her,

you better meet us... alone.

Where?

(video games beeping) (kids chattering)

Hey!

(chattering, grunting)

Hey! Oh!

WARREN: Just stay still, and you won't get hurt.

BUFFY: You okay, Wil? Buffy?

Where are the bad guys?

WARREN: All around you, Slayer, so don't try anything.

He's bluffing, Buffy. There-- There's just three of them, I think.

WARREN: More than enough to cause some serious carnage, right, guys?

Guys? Guys!

-JONATHAN: Kick! Use the kick! -ANDREW: I tried that.

He keeps blocking it with his Drunken Monkey Fist.

BUFFY: Oh. Scary video carnage.

WARREN: Hey! Slayer's here.

ANDREW: Sorry. Didn't see her.

WARREN: Why don't we continue this in a less crowded area, like over there?

-ALL: Where? -WARREN: Over-- Follow me.

Ow! Ow.

BUFFY: I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess you're the ones that did this to me.

-JONATHAN: It was an accident. -BUFFY: Who's that?

JONATHAN: (alters voice) Nobody you know.

They're the ones from your mystery van. BUFFY: Oh. You.

So what annoying thing are you gonna do to me now?

WARREN: Save your life-- make you visible.

BUFFY: Right. I'm supposed to believe that?

They told me everything, Buffy.

-Something's happening to you, that you're-- -BUFFY: Fading away. I know.

WARREN: I can fix that. Pick up that air hockey mallet on the table.

-BUFFY: What for? -WARREN: It'll give me a target to aim at.

Now hold still, and all your troubles will soon be gone.

-You're on the wrong setting. -WARREN: What?

The gun, it's not set for reversing the particle ionization.

It'll accelerate her molecular dissolution. I saw the plans.

(Warren slaps) Mind your own business. Ow.

JONATHAN: What's she talking about?

BUFFY: That's what I'd like to know.

Buffy, he's trying to kill you! (grunts)

-BUFFY: Willow! -WARREN: Ow!

-BUFFY: Okay, playtime's over. -WARREN: You haven't won yet, Slayer.

BUFFY: No. That part comes after I beat the snot out of you.

WARREN: You'll have to find me first.

there's three of us against just one of you.

JONATHAN: Hey, you lied to us. ANDREW: Fight her yourself.

WARREN: You think she cares about that? I go down, we all go down.

BUFFY: And I promise, you're all going down.

WARREN: We may not have your powers, Slayer,

but you'll find that we are not so easy to--

Ow! Get her!

(grunting) (punches, kicks thudding)

JONATHAN: Wait a minute. Who's biting my leg?

ANDREW: Sorry. Where is she? BUFFY: Here.

(punch lands) ANDREW: Whoa!

(people yelling, screaming)

WARREN: She can't find us if we split up.

You go that way. JONATHAN: Which way?

WARREN: That way. Over-- (grunts)

BUFFY: Just keep talking, boys.

(blows thudding) JONATHAN: Ow! Ow, ow! Watch the chest hair.

(ray gun powering up) BUFFY: I know that voice. You-You're--

Jonathan? You have chest hair?

Warren?

-Who are you? -Andrew.

I summoned the flying monkeys that attacked the high school.

During the school play, you know?

He's Tucker's brother. He's Tucker's brother.

-Oh. -Oh.

So you three have, what,

banded together to be pains in my ass?

We're your arch "nemesises-ses."

You may have beaten us this time, Slayer, but next time--

Um, uh, next time--

Maybe not!

(door rattling) WARREN: What do mean it's locked?

You were supposed to check it. ANDREW: I forgot.

I give you my arch "nemesises-ses."

What's going on in here?

-I got a bunch of scared kids saying this place is haunted. -(door slams)

Oh, my God. Buffy? I know. They're gone.

I guess we should chase them. No. Your hair-- it i adorable.

(sighs)

It's pretty neat, you finding the van.

So... how did you manage to do it exactly?

I mean, to locate it.

The hard way-- the spell-free way,

the "Oh, my God, my head's gonna fall off,

my feet are killing me" way.

(sighs)

I don't know how I got through this day.

Well, the important thing is that you did.

It's a good first step.

How are you doing, post-invisibleness?

Okay.

I still have to do some damage control from my giddyfest.

Dawn was pretty freaked out.

The whole "taking a vacation from me" thing didn't work out too well.

Tell me about it.

Except--

When I got Xander's message, (acoustic guitar playing)

you know, that I was... fading away,

I actually got scared.

Well, yeah. Who wouldn't?

Me.

I wouldn't.

Not too long ago, I probably would have welcomed it.

But I realized--

I'm not saying that I'm doing backflips about my life, but...

I didn't--

I don't... wanna die.

That's something, right?

That's something.

(woman singing indistinctly) So I guess we both made good first steps.

I guess.

Yay for us.

Yay.

Grr! Arrgh!