Tara walks into the crowded lobby of her dorm. It's disturbingly quiet until a guy drops a glass on the floor, creating a loud shattering noise. Everyone stares at him and he abashedly cleans up the mess. At first I thought the glass-dropper was Jonathan, but upon closer inspection it's merely a Jonathan impostor. If I were Jonathan I'd be pissed, because this upstart is clearly stealing his screen time. Tara walks across the lobby, gives its occupants a last look and exits out the front door.

On the streets of Sunnydale, the bank is closed but the liquor store is open and it's doing quite a lot of business. Obviously losing your voice makes you crazy as well as thirsty for booze, because we see a businessman sitting on the sidewalk hugging his knees and briefcase to his chest. Buffy, draped in another pashmina shawl, and Willow, looking like she pulled a sweater on over a pink satin nightgown, walk down the middle of the street, holding hands. Ummm, did everyone in town lost their driver's licenses instead of their voices? Personally, I wouldn't be that disturbed if nobody could speak to me for a couple of days. Besides, I'm such a big geek I'd immediately get on the Internet and talk to my e-mail friends. Buffy and Willow see an entrepreneur selling white dry-erase boards for ten dollars, and sadly enough I consider this fairly probable. Willow and Buffy look disgusted. ["I bet the deaf residents of Sunnydale are having a good laugh right about now." -- Sep]