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I'm counting the ways that can go wrong.

I figured it out. Warren never abandoned us.

- Let's go. - What about Willow?

And Willow will make you two boneless chickens skinless too.

Yay, Clem. Makin' with the demon senses.

You're not gonna die.

I can practically feel it. I've dabbled in magics.

- Is she coming? - I don't see anything.

- Neither have we. - Guess we keep running, then.

Please! This is your pitch?

Just me and the walking action figure.

I really can't hurt you, so I'm just gonna have to settle for hating you.

Damn, that is one effective counterspell.

Six years as a sideman, now I get to be the Slayer.

If she isn't around, Rack may know where she is,

You don't think she's gonna kill them too? She wouldn't.

Well, either "the" or "towards", I'm not really sure.

So you three have, what, banded together to be pains in my ass?

- I can help. - The only thing Willow was ever good for...

OK. What exactly is coming?

I'm venturing this is a "kill or be killed" situation?

She has an addictive personality. She just tasted blood. She may be there already.

- She's draining. - She's what-ing?

No, I can't. Which means she's gone way beyond simple vengeance.

- Is that a fact? - Yes. We're running out of time.

I know this hurts... bad.

About me shutting up?

This is faster.

- What's goin' on? - Guard!

Either way. Just get me there.

Did you kill that guy?

You think you can work this stuff?

Until Willow brought you back, you know... with magic.

This is our best chance we're gonna get to make it out of here.