Chez Summers. Joyce tells Buffy that she can't see Willow anymore, and that she "had no idea her forays into the occult had gone so far." Joyce has set up what I think is the dining room to be a makeshift office, with "Never Again" posters and buttons all over. Buffy complains that the police took Giles's books, but Joyce tells her he'll get most of them back. "M.O.O. just wants to weed out the offensive material." If only they could have taken the Season Six shooting scripts. Buffy says that they need the books to solve the murders, but Joyce firmly says that they have no place in a public school library, and that kids could get all sorts of ideas from them. "Do you understand how much that terrifies me?" First of all, I think she should be slightly more worried about sex and drugs. And, if Angel is any indication, you can find all sorts of fun occult stuff on-line, so what's the point in confiscating a few musty books? Buffy says that she's sorry Joyce is so freaked out, but that she has to let Buffy handle it. Joyce is skeptical that Buffy's slaying efforts are making a difference. I guess she didn't see "The Wish." Joyce says, "It's not your fault. You don't have a plan; you just react to things. It's bound to be kind of fruitless." Ouch. Joyce has succeeded in getting under Buffy's skin, and Buffy snits that maybe she should have lapel buttons like M.O.O does. "And maybe next time that the world is getting sucked into hell, I won't be able to stop it, because the anti-hell-sucking book isn't on the approved reading list!" Ha! Joyce tries to apologize, but Buffy exits with this gem: "I have to go on one of my pointless patrols and react to some vampires, if that's all right with M.O.O." I love it when Buffy's so snarky that I don't have to be. Because I really don't enjoy being snarky myself. Aw, Sars, I'm sorry, did you snarf your [non-product-placed diet cola]? ["Ow. Well, my sinuses are nice and clear now." -- Sars] Buffy leaves, then pops back in to say, "And nice acronym, Mom!" Word. Joyce mutters to herself that she's just trying to make things better. As she walks across the room, we see the two kids, seemingly alive. The boy says that she is helping, and the girl says that there are bad people out there. They say they can't sleep, "not until you hurt them, the way they hurt us." Hey, that gives me an idea -- is there a Hammurabi's Code for horrible TV script writers? Because they've hurt me a lot, and I'd like some revenge. Then again, I don't know if I could write an episode as bad as "Grave" if I tried, so maybe I should just forget it.