Andrew and Anya at the hospital. Anya gets some lines about Jaws, which really only serve to set up a nice little exchange. Andrew is impressed with her movie knowledge and gushes, "You are the perfect woman," to which Anya modestly replies, "I've often thought so." Her delivery was lovely there. They head over to some shelving units to steal medical supplies. As they load their pillowcases, Andrew asks Anya why she hasn't just left town. There's an awfully long answer that boils down to Anya saying that people are totally screwed up, without a united purpose, and kill each other a lot. However, she concludes, "When it's something that really matters, they fight. I mean, they're lame morons for fighting, but they do! They never quit. So I guess I'll keep fighting too." Andrew is touched, and then teases Anya about how much she looooves humans. She gets all riled up and threatens to kill him if he tells anyone, which causes Andrew to say that he won't get the chance. He has the feeling that he won't survive next week's episode, but he's "cool with it." Sad pause, and then Andrew suggests, "So, wheelchair fight?"

Quick shot of Andrew and Anya in wheelchairs, with surgical masks on their heads, battling away.

Graveyard. Buffy and The Little Red Axe That Could. She walks though an old vine-covered gate and finds an old vine-covered crypt shaped like a pyramid. So the consecrated ground of that graveyard contains a special unconsecrated area? Or something? Ah, why even worry about it at this point. Much, much more nonsensical events are soon to occur. Buffy kicks in the door of the crypt and walks down some stone stairs into a large underground area, conveniently lit by torches and braziers. The mystically eternal flames are just the tip of the nonsensical iceberg. Buffy checks out her surroundings -- round Egyptian columns, lots of large urns, possibly a mummy case or two. She's startled by a voice emanating from a fabric-covered niche right behind her. You'd think she might've noticed that and not, y'know, put her back to it. The voice says, "I'd forgotten," and I'm instantly jealous, because I imagine it's talking about the pain of sitting through Seasons Six and Seven. But nope, the female voice had actually "forgotten how young [the Slayer] would be." The woman parts the fabric hangings and steps out -- she's tall, blonde, and ancient in a youngish-person-with-tons-of-sun-damage sort of way. Perhaps Buffy's grand lesson here will be the value of always wearing sunscreen and a brimmed hat while outdoors during the day. What? She could learn worse lessons. We get no explanation of who this woman really is, so I'll call her Freya. Freya is the Norse goddess of both love and war, and I have hopes that this character will somehow fit the name. Plus, she as always my favorite as a child, because she had a chariot drawn by two gray cats.