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Yeah, maybe he'll come bust us outta here in Santa's magic sleigh.

Rack's not partial to the floppy-eared. He has a thing.

Tomorrow night, we're bringing Buffy back.

I think Willow's in a league of her own now, dabble boy.

Xander, we don't have time.

I don't think this is gonna work.

Whatever we got, grab it fast. This is the first place she'll look for us.

- Spike would have. - Spike's gone.

Come on. This is a huge deal for me.

She drained the place. Took everything.

- Please... - I'm gonna make you feel it.

- What was that? - We're alive.

I'm doing fine on my own, thanks.

It's just... You know she's running out of power, right? I can tell.

She's only my best friend, you know. No big deal, just...

Good on me, then.

And you think this is dumb, don't you?

she's probably somewhere right now trying to get it all back.

- We have to make a run for it. - She's like Dark Phoenix up there.

I mean, we're just getting started.

A book of protection spells. Anti-magic. Our last resort.

- I think I'm gonna be sick. - Again?

Bad move, bad move, bad move.

So please stop looking at me like it's your first trip to the circus and let them out.

Xander's right. We're not leaving Sunnydale.

Andrew. They're in jail with no clue she's coming.

- He's gonna want something. - I have money.

I can't. I have to keep the spell going on Willow.

You varnishing the table with Spike, how could that possibly have hurt?

I care if you live or die, Xander. I'm just not sure which one I want.

It's, like, in ancient Sumerian or something.

That's not the something he'll want. He likes little girls.

We can take them.

But Willow's part of it now. She is the element.

- OK, any ideas? - Drive faster.

Warren was a cold-blooded killer just warming up.