Oz wanders into the yearbook office looking for Freddy, who appears not to be there but is actually hiding under his desk. 'Cause they want us to think that he's a suspect. Geddit?
That night, Buffy stands by her bedroom window. Multiple thoughts from neighbors and passersby invade her mind, which is apparently unused to such strenuous activity. She closes her eyes and finally slams the window shut in frustration. Looking more petulant than "driven mad," Buffy climbs into bed and futilely claps a pillow over her head. But hey, I feel for her. I've had a headache or two a lot like that.
Giles and Wes are in the library, mixing up a potion to cure Buffy. Giles expositions that the potion requires the heart of the second demon. He slams his glasses down in anger and looks properly disgusted when Wes mealy-mouths, "Negative thinking doesn't solve problems." Can I just add how excited I am that I was just now taking a break from this recap and happened to catch Wes getting gut-shot on Angel? Nothing like a little suffering on Wes's part to liven up being obligated to recap his annoying scenes. Giles wonders who will fetch the demon heart.
Suddenly, the mouthless demon flies through the night air and smashes into a picnic table. Close on its heels is Angel, who has apparently, without any macho posturing (unlike some of Buffy's boyfriends I could mention, but won't), agreed to procure the demon's heart for the Slayer. The demon and Angel fight. A nice wire trick sends Angel spinning through the air. The demon flees, and Angel is in quick pursuit.
The next morning, Buffy tosses restlessly in bed; a worried Joyce sits beside her. Joyce looks sadly out the window. Even I can't think of something funny to say about that.
At school, Tracy Flick repeats back to Willow, "Do I often imagine classmates are spying on me? Or otherwise acting suspiciously?" Willow, dressed in a green shirt and floppy hat that make her look like an enchanted toadstool, waits for an answer. "Not till just now," replies Tracy Flick sourly. I have to admit -- I like her just a tiny little bit. We have Cordy to fill the "popular, seemingly vacuous bitch" role, but I still think there's a place for Tracy Flick's brand of "academically superior, smitty, competitive bitch."
Xander and Larry are seated at a table near the vending machines. Still trying to locate the cafeteria murderer, Xander asks Larry some leading questions about whether his "secret" is leading to "unexpressed rage." Once he finally figures out what Xander's babbling about, Larry proudly bellows, "Man, I'm out! I'm so out I've got my grandma fixing me up with guys." What kind of guys would one's grandma encounter? I guess she could set Larry up with the pool boy, or the bag boy, or the nice gay sons of her bridge partners. Xander is embarrassed by all this gay talk -- even more so when Larry encourages Xander to come out himself. He even suggests that Freddy could put a notice ("Something tasteful.") in the school paper for Xander.