Meanwhile, Somewhere Else In Sunnydale That Is Not The Living Room Of Casa Summers (What's up? Is it my birthday?), Giles thanks a police officer for his assistance. The officer insists that all the thanks belong to the "Inspector." He's in awe, because they don't get a lot of contact with Interpol. Heh. He asks if there's any other way he can be of assistance. Willow insists that they're fine. "Wait," says the officer confused. "Who are you?" Willow concentrates hard and with a very "these are not the droids you're looking for" delivery says, "I'm with the Inspector." He seems to be placated by this response. "You just let us know if you need help with your guy because we are itching to hand out some justice." As Willow's mind control begins to slip again, Giles hurriedly says that it's time they were "catching their flight to…Interpol," and drags Willow off. A couple of officers exit from the police station and hand an escaped fugitive report to the first guy. He's pleased. "Sounds like a situation that needs some justice."

Hospital. Poor one-eyed Xander lies in a hospital bed. I guess the old adage that masturbation will make you blind is true after all. Imagine what might have happened if he had been able to finish the job. Willow sits beside him and holds his hand as Buffy gingerly steps around the subject at hand, saying that he'll notice some bruising around the "area." She nervously goes on to report what he can expect from the medications they have him on. You see, Buffy is all emotionally shut off. We're probably supposed to think it's because she feels immensely guilty about Xander's injury, but between you and me I think she's just an emotionally shriveled bitch. Buffy says that "I think we're all caught up then," like she's ending some sort of business meeting instead of visiting the bedside of her recently wounded comrade-in-arms, and reaches for the stack of files that Willow brought. Willow is confused, because "there were going to be card games." Buffy pleads her excuse about being close to a breakthrough. Willow is upset with this decision, but Xander lets Buffy off with an "I might see you tonight. Without depth perception, of course." Man, tell me about it. Before I got my glasses, I was frizicking blind in one eye for a few years, and man, did my pool game suck. Willow tries to make with the funny and suggests they order some "cherry-flavored off-brand gelatin." "I'm gonna need a parrot," interrupts Xander. It's the accessory of the season for an eye patch. Willow suggests that he look into getting a peg-leg a well. "Oh, you know what the best part is?" jokes Xander. "No one will EVER make me watch Jaws 3D again." Oh, wait. That wasn't a joke at all. Jaws 3D really, really sucks. Willow tries to play along, but her breathing gets ragged and she starts to tear up. She grabs his hand hard. "Don't, Willow," begs Xander. "Please don't." Willow bites back her tears, and they sit in silence for a moment. Aw. Was that a Scooby moment? Blink and you'll miss 'em.