Back at the hospital, a chipper Willow enters with a big smiley-face-covered bag of loot. She identifies herself as "just like Santa Claus, except thinner and younger and female and…well, Jewish." Funny. I would have thought she looked just like a freakin' muppet, what with her almost-orange hair and the mass amounts of fringe on the cuffs and hem of her sweater. Willow hands out her presents: a beer helmet for Joyce, a spell book for Dawn and, surprise! A textbook for Buffy. Buffy teases, "I don't believe in tiny Jewish Santa anymore." Willow catches Buffy up on the homework that she's been missing and tells her that she should have no problem with the make-up exam. Buffy isn't sure if she's going to take it and all of a sudden Joyce, who had been wordlessly suffering from a headache, snarls, "I'd rip it in half and stick it in bed with me!" Willow and Dawn look shocked. Joyce, back to normal, says that she's going to rest for a while, and the girls file out. In the hallway, Buffy explains to a worried Dawn that the tumor might make Joyce say odd things. Willow and Buffy continue to reassure Dawn; as they walk down the hall, another family passes them. The man turns around and we recognize him as the guy Glory did the weird head thing to in "No Place Like Home." He walks up to Dawn, pointing and spouting gibberish: "What is that thing? There's no data. There's no pictures on this one…there's no one in there." Dawn meekly calls for Buffy, and Willow and Buffy shuttle her off as the crazy guy's family herds him away. Buffy tries to gloss over the definition of mental illness when Greasy Intern Ben oozes over and says, "I guess I missed that. Was he bothering you?" Not as much as you and yours, you anthropomorphic oil stain. Buffy introduces Willow and then asks Ben if they're releasing the clearly disturbed individual. Ben expositions that the mental ward is bursting at the seams, and that's about all I can take of Greasy Intern Ben right now, so let's move on.
Pan over a darkened Sunnydale. And onto a roof with a big skylight, sort of like the roof on which Buffy and Faith fought the COW assassins on Angel. Tara and Willow have spread out a plaid sleeping bag and blue pillows and are lying on them, gazing at the sky. "You know what's weird?" Willow begins and Tara interjects, "Japanese commercials are weird." Yes, weird and wonderful, and I wish I had a cable channel that would show them all damn day long. ["Word." -- Sep] Willow continues with her thought, which is basically that some of the stars we see in the sky have already burned out long ago by the time their light reaches our universe. Tara turns her head to give Willow a concerned look and artfully concludes, "Things rough at the hospital?" Instead of answering, Willow blithers on about how much she loved to watch stars as a child and starts to point out constellations to Tara. Tara joins in the fun: "And the Big Pineapple." She points out the stars that make up "the Big Pineapple" while Willow snuggles against her shoulder. She points out more of her favorite constellations, "Short Man Looking Uncomfortable," "Moose Getting a Sponge Bath," and "Little Pile O' Crackers." Okay. While not yet approaching actual chemistry, they've managed to actually convince me that they are not INERT. But Sep? You might want to track the package on that chemistry set you've ordered. It's been a long time coming. Tara tells Willow it's her turn, and she stares at the sky just as a big meteor whizzes through the sky. "I see…a huge flaming meteor about to crash into something!" The witches jump up and look over the edge of the roof to see the horizon flare as the meteor touches down.