Giles's flight is boarding, and he stands to leave. Saying he wants to do this properly, he hugs Xander, Anya, Tara, Dawn, and Willow. He makes Dawn promise to call him if she needs anything, and it's really hard to type when you're sniffling and sobbing and getting tears on your keyboard. After hugging Willow, he tells them to be careful. Then he turns and boards the plane without looking back. Outside the airport, the gang watches Giles's plane take off. They agree they were right to not cry at his departure. Willow wonders if Giles will be lonely in England; Dawn, wearing a shirt with the number seven on it, gets assured by Tara that they'll call Giles tomorrow. What's up with the number shirts? Okay, I have to admit that I didn't even notice the number shirts at first. Sep brought it up to me and explained that they were all prime numbers to boot. I wouldn't know prime numbers from prime rib, myself. ["I was going to make some joke in my half about how a prime number is divisible only by itself and then speculate that it's foreshadowing for the Scoobs becoming insular, whiny little snots that don't play well with others. Except that it's two seasons too late for foreshadowing, and then I just didn't mention it. I think I was distracted by something shiny on the carpet." -- Sep] Xander, Willow, and Anya discuss whether they should have told Giles about their plans to raise Buffy. Willow suggests that he'll come back if they're successful. Willow: "Nothing can go wrong tonight." The Sunnydale airport is designed to look like a ship. Strange.
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.