Espresso Pump. Someone brings Willow another bottle of water as she logs into the public terminal with the sweet cinema display. Water. Because she's dehydrated. Because magic is not like a drug, but rather is a drug. And she's going through withdrawal. And don't you forget it. I should probably be grateful that David Fury's "This is a drug addiction storyline" bat is a plastic whiffle-ball bat instead of the Louisville Slugger that Marti beaned Ace with last time. She still has the bruises. Willow is busy hacking into the DMV to look up a match for the black van in a DMV database. Some magical DMV database that sorts vehicles by tire brand, apparently. She chugs some more water and seems to get impatient with how long the search is taking, so she reaches out to touch the screen but stops herself in time. Booooring! Jeebus, save me! The only thing worse than my day is the episode!