The Ghost of Real Willow. She studies in her bedroom with Kennedy. Ghost of Willow is all insecure about being the big gun. It's nothing you haven't already seen twenty-one times this season. Kennedy says she'll keep Ghost of Willow grounded, which is pay-off for the kite string speech a couple weeks ago, I suppose. Except it's really the furthest thing from a pay-off ever, and the writers owe me huge piles of money sacks, each with a great big dollar sign on the side. Now that would be a pay-off. Ghost of Willow tells Kennedy that Kennedy will have to kill her (Ghost of Willow) if she (Ghost of Willow) goes all dark again. Damn imprecise English pronouns. Kennedy is reluctant and counters, "Buffy believes in you." Ghost of Willow's reply? "Buffy: Sweet girl. Not that bright." Snurf. Okay, Willow can have her name back for that one. Kennedy admits that she's a brat and tells Willow that she always gets her way, so Willow will make it through this. They kiss, and Willow gets back to studying. If only I cared. I mean -- happy. Very happy to see Willow happy.
Giles is in the dining room with Xander. They're pointing at a map and clarifying positions. Xander says he's next to the pillar, defending that area, and Giles says, "That puts me over by the door, with demons around the perimeter. Right! I open the door." See, you think they're preparing for the battle tomorrow, but then the camera pans over to Andrew, who's wearing a hood and acting as the dungeon master. Okay, I smiled. It's cute to see Giles playing a game. Andrew tells Giles he's been "confronted by Trogdor the Burninator," and Giles rolls the die to fight. He's been badly wounded. Ouch! And his bag of illusions will get him nowhere. This is all Klingon to me, actually. Hey, Millie is there playing too, and she thwarts Andrew by freezing Trogdor in time. "This could get ugly!" crows Xander, and Giles sulks, "Could it possibly get uglier? I used to be a highly respected Watcher and now I'm a wounded dwarf with the mystical strength of a doily." You'll always be strong to me, Giles. Giles wishes he could get some sleep, and Millie wonders, "What kind of person could sleep on a night like this?" The camera pans further down the table, and we see Anya, sacked out facedown in some books. Xander rumples her hair affectionately.
Buffy is outside, on the front porch. Alone. Because, well, you know the drill by now.
Spike sits in the basement, playing with the Pretty Princess Pendant. Oh, shite. Buffy's come downstairs to see him. I hope there's no macking coming up. Nope, there's a fade-out. Oh, so that's where Spuffy fans were imagining the sex scene, not the night before. Huh. Well, whatever it was, I'm just glad I didn't have to see it. Thank you, Joss! I love this series finale!