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Alyson
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I think Emma Caufeilds performance in the body, was great expessially at the apartment it really moved me, I was crying, because that is the one think that i have been wondering my whole life.
Xander: How you doing? I know the feeling
Willow: I'm afraid I'm going to start to cry again.
Anya: Xander cried at the apartment, it was weird
Willow: Yea, it's a thing we do
Anya: What's going to happen?
Willow: Well I guess were going to meet them at the morgue
Tara: Giles said that he was going to go with Joyce and Buffy was going to the school to tell dawn.
Xander: God.
Tara: Do you know how to, how to get there?
Xander: Yea, It's at the hospital it's a wing; we do morgue time in the Scooby-gang.
Willow: I have to change
Xander: What else did Giles say?
Tara: Not a lot.
Xander: are they sure this was natural? I mean glory.
Tara: Giles was pretty sure that it wasn't her.
Xander: I mean, she says she was going to come after buffy's family.
Tara: I don't thin-
Xander: I mean we should be going after her, I mean she could have done it and covered her tracks
Willow: Why would she? She would want us to know.
Xander: I'll tell you what it is, It's the freaking doctors, I mean they just let her out you know, clean bill of health, dig a hole in your skull, here's a ban-aid, next!
Willow: Xander.
Xander: they should have checked her over, they should have had her in, we don't have enough monsters in this town the doctors gotta help them out.
Willow: Xander, I don't think it was, anyone, it just happened.
Xander: Things don't happen; I mean they don't just happen, somebody's I mean, somebody's got.
Willow: Ok lets go, come-on you and me, come-on.
Xander: You know I can't take you
Willow: Damn straight.
Anya: are we going to see the body?
Willow: What?
Anya: Are we going to be in the room with the dead body?
Willow: I dunno, no
Tara: But I guess we should take over patrolling and that
Xander: yea
Willow: oh yea
Tara: for however long
Willow: I can't wear this, I really should have the other, Joyce liked it so...
Tara: do you think you could have left it in the laundry room?
Willow: Maybe
Tara: I'll go check; uh I'll just be one minute
Xander: Were cool
Anya: Are they going to cut the body open?
Willow: Oh my god, will you just stop talking, just shut your mouth, please
Anya: What am I doing?
Willow: How can you act like that?
Anya: Am I supposed to be changing my clothes a lot? Is that the helpful thing to do?
Xander: Guys.
Willow: The way you behave.
Anya: nobody will tell me
Willow: because it's not ok for you to be asking these things.
Anya: But I don't understand, I don't understand how this all happens how we go through this. I mean I knew her and then she's, there is just a body, and I don't understand why she just can't get back in it, and not be dead anymore it's stupid, it's mortal and stupid. And Xander's crying and not talking, and and I was having fruit punch and thought that Joyce will never have fruit punch, ever, and she will never have eggs or yawn or brush her hair, not ever, and no-one will explain to me, why??
Willow: We don't know how it works, why?
(Xander smashes his hands into the wall)
Xander: Sorry, sorry, some pint-up
Willow: xander, where did your hand go?
Xander: as I was saying, some frustration, and now I uh, appear to be stuck.
Anya: My god, Is your hand ok?
Xander: Pretty much, I'm really sorry.
Anya: You could have hit an electric, thing.
Xander: and once again, with the sorry
Willow: Did it make you feel better?
Xander: for a second there.
Willow: A whole second?
Xander: in my defense, some crappy wall-men ship.
Willow: Yea you can hear everything that happens next-door.
Tara: (walks in) Did I miss something?
Anya: Xander decided that he blames the wall.
Willow: Can you turn your wrist?
Xander: Hold on (brings his hand out covered in blood) It's ok (stares at his hand)
Tara: it hurts
Willow: here wash it off
Anya: Band-Aids?
Willow: uh, underneath
Tara: I couldn't fin it
Willow: It doesn't matter, we should get there
Tara: yes.
Willow: I want to be there for Buffy.
Xander: your right, we'll go, we'll deal, we'll help, that's what we do, we help Buffy
Anya: How are we going to help? (They all walk out)