Sunset. The demon bikers ride into Sunnydale. At Buffy's grave in the woods, Willow, Tara, Xander, and Anya stand holding candles. Well, actually, Willow is holding the Urn of Tijuana, but the rest have candles. They kneel around the grave, and Willow pours the poor fawn's blood -- oh excuse me, the vino de madre into the Urn. She begins an incantation to Osiris and paints her cheeks and forehead with blood. As she pours the blood onto the grave, there's a sudden crash of thunder. Willow's arms are pulled straight out by a mystical force; deep cuts appear on her inner arms. The gang is alarmed, but Tara stutters (nice return to the stutter under stress) that Willow is being tested. Willow demands, "Osiris, here lies the warrior of the people. Let her cross over!" I sniffled to hear Buffy referred to as "the warrior of the people." Willow grimaces in pain. Lumpy masses begin to travel under the skin of her arms, up towards her head. Like in The Mummy. You know. The lumps converge on her neck, and Tara tells Xander they can't interrupt. The gang hears a noise -- motorcycles engines revving.

The Hell's Hellions roll down the Sunnydale main drag. They do wheelies, a little ultra-violence, and menace the population of the town.

Back at Buffy's grave, the masses under Willow's skin begin crawling up her throat. She gasps and clutches her neck, then begins gagging and coughing. She leans over, opens her mouth and! And! Vomits up a big snake. Gross.

Ace: Ugh. Just watching that made me retch. I have a terrible gag reflex.
Sep: Really? Thanks to all those years of training as a circus freak, I don't have any gag reflex. "Beat." And yet I'm still single.
Ace: Dude, I had just decided not to make that joke, but since you did, can I use it in the recap?
Sep: Sure. I'll take one for the team.
Ace: Um, you may want to think about rephrasing that.
Sep: Snerk. When you put this in the recap you'd better give me a clever retort here.
Ace: Something about you always having to have the last word, perhaps?