Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean... I did.
- When you're feeling stronger. - Sure. Some time.
I seem to need a lot of sleep lately.
You never had the strength for me.
Maybe you should.
Some are even short-sighted... foolish people.
Got a bit of schlub on your shoe there.
Oh. That recently.
Ethan!
No.
That's it. I'm calling him right now.
I'm not getting close enough to feel his pulse, but... he looks dead.
- The tattoo? - No.
"Eyghon, also called the sleepwalker, can only exist in this reality...
Let's see. There's home, school, work, games.
Yes! At the cemetery.
Giles, you're barely mobile and speed is of the serious essence here.
Giles told me everything.
Listen, Buffy. You're in grave danger while Ethan's there.
And, um... this.
Buffy. It's late. Are you all right?
Can I help you?
"To kill a demon, cut off its head."
No. I mean, my feelings a little.
- I was just trying to find a solution. - Giles, share. What is the Mark of Eyghon?
But guess what? You've got me...
I lost Ethan.
..and now I have to blow my allowance to get this stupid tattoo removed.
Oh, great!
So the demon's gone. There was no one dead to jump into.
- I mean, we're all not dead, right? - No. No one dead.
- This mark's like a homing beacon. - It's OK. I'm not into running.
You're welcome.
- Let's just hope my mom doesn't see it first. - Puttin' that demon into Angel was brill.
Hey! We don't have time for this.