Woods. In his van, UnAbel pours some molten silver into a cast. The fact that he's scheming to kill one of my two favorite characters and I still care more about whether I have enough ham in my refrigerator for a sandwich should give you a clue how I feel about this plotline. However, in case you're at Xander's comprehension level, it's boring.
The full moon rises. At home, Oz takes some manacles out of a box. Okay, fuck the sandwich. There's a knock at the door, and Oz debates whether he should answer, but the knocking is persistent enough to get him up. He opens the door, and Willow comes barging in, spouting about how she had a whole speech ready but it didn't make sense and blah blah blah blurtcakes. Oz tries to impress upon her that this is not the best time, but she won't be deterred from her proto-Ruth Fisher rant, saying that she's going through changes too. Instead of physically forcing her out, or possibly telling her his secret, Oz allows her to continue babbling until she notices the chains. Dude, there's not going to be any bondage fun if you end up eating the future Mistress Of Pain. Oz doubles over, and tries to get to the door, but collapses behind the couch and starts to wolf out. Hearing strangling noises, Willow walks toward the couch at approximately the same speed as a truck-stop waitress at the end of a double shift. Before the moon manages to set again, however, she reaches the couch, and Mystery Science Theater Werewolf pops up all, "Peek a boo!" Willow shrieks.
When we return, Willow runs out the side door. Ooh, she's been to Oz's house before. Naughty naughty! Although I would have run down to his basement and barricaded myself in that little closet around the corner from the...whoops. Anyway, Willow runs down the street and manages to scramble over a large fence. When Oz tries to do the same, Willow picks up a garbage can and clocks him in the face. Between this trick and the one she pulled in "School Hard," I'm thinking Willow must be pumping a little iron on the side. She's totally the type who would lift secretly for three years just to be able to haul off and clock Harmony at exactly the right moment. Anyway, UnAbel drives down a street, and hears a howl. Boring.