Dude, where is my car? I keep asking for a new one, because my eighteen-year-old Toyota is showing a little wear, but no one I know has gone out and bought one for me yet.
Hospital. Graham exits the building with what looks like one of those magnifying glasses with a light in them that you buy from in-flight airline magazines as a present for your strange hard-to-buy-for uncle, except someone has changed the white bulb for red. I guess that's the secret Geiger counter the military's crack alien-hunting force is using these days. Graham declares that they've lost the Queller Feller's trail. Riley suggests that the demon hitched a ride on car and realizes that Joyce is in danger. They move out.
Back at the Summers home, poor Joyce is still staring up at the Queller Feller. Thinking it's a hallucination, she declares that she's going to close her eyes so the demon will disappear. Instead it drops down on her, squealing. She begins to scream, which causes Dawn jump up out of bed. The demons vomits a splurt of liquid onto Joyce's face, Dawn enters the room, sees the roachy demon, and grabs a hat rack with which to knock it off her mother. As Joyce pulls the hardened Queller-vomit off her face, Dawn surveys the room. Suddenly the demon jumps onto the bed, looking like a freaky monkey-roach, runs across Joyce, and charges Dawn, who screams and runs. I'm very scared by the demon at the this point in my recapping process until I see the next scene of it, propelling itself along the floor with its two tiny stubby arms. Buffy'll be able to kick this thing's ass in a few seconds, unless it has more effective weapons in its arsenal than smelly puke. What kind of self-respecting stubby-armed alien falls to Earth without at least a few lasers or something? Dawn screams for Buffy and locks herself in her mother's room, pushing furniture against the door. Those monks made a pretty smart little corporeal key. Downstairs, Buffy is still standing at the sink and mysteriously hasn't heard a thing, even though she's not listening to the salsa music anymore. As she rinses her face and dries it with a towel, Dawn screams her name again, and this time Buffy hears. She races upstairs and gets the report from Dawn that something is in the house. As she shuts the door to Joyce's room, the Roach from Outer Space drops on Buffy from above. Okay, I hate to say this, but once in a blue moon I have a moment where I'm embarrassed to be watching Buffy. It happens more with Angel, of course; I have a sudden moment where I can't believe I schedule my Tuesday nights around a show about a vampire detective. Anyway, between Fake the Snake last week and the poor Little Person forced to wear a rubber cockroach suit and roll around on the floor with SMG this week, I've been embarrassed by Buffy more than usual.