Angel pulls on a shirt, and sees Miss Calendar across the main room of the mansion. "Trouble sleeping?" she asks. Did anyone involved with this episode not have trouble sleeping? Angel tells her that she's not real, and to leave him alone. She replies, "I can't. You won't let me." He asks what she wants. "I want to die in bed surrounded by fat grandchildren, but I guess that's off the menu." "Fat grandchildren"? "Menu"? Who are you, the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood? Angel says he's sorry for killing her, but she says he should feel sorry for himself. "Oh, but I guess you've already got that covered." Get out of my head, woman! He says he doesn't know what else to say to her. She reaches out to touch his face. "I don't want to make you feel bad" -- she morphs into Daniel -- "I just want to show you who you are."
Buffy, still sporting the hairdo one should only wear with a dirndl, explains to Giles that she was in Angel's dream. He's skeptical at first, but then admits that Angel came to see him. Buffy wonders if they could find out why he's back, and Giles says he's been looking. Buffy says she'll help. At Giles's stern look, she says it's in aid of putting Angel behind her. Xander pops up, and says he'll help too. He admits that he's been a jerk about Angel. "I don't know, maybe I finally got the Chanukah spirit." Look at that -- Xander got an "aw" from me. Buffy looks grateful, and Giles says that they'll start with research, of course. Buffy asks if this is really how Xander wants to spend his holiday, and he admits that he's got nothing else to do. He laments that no one else has as pathetic a social life as he does. On cue, Willow walks up: "Hi, guys. What are we doing?" That was cheap. Oh, and: Ha!