Buffy is tossing and turning in her bed. She startles herself awake (holy eye-shadow, Batman!) and turns on the lamp so we have a better view of her reaching for her water glass. Finding it empty, she gets up to refill it. While Buffy's walking down the hall, Drusilla turns a corner and creeps up behind her. Drusilla has a spot of blood on the ass-crack of her lip. There has to be a better word for that. Buffy opens the door to the bathroom but instead finds herself in the Bronze. She walks through the crowd to see Willow sharing a table with an organ grinder's monkey. In French, because what is a dream sequence without a bit of French, Willow says to the monkey, "The hippo stole his pants." Willow catches sight of Buffy and, smiling wide, waves at her in an excited Willow-esque manner. Buffy continues onward to see Joyce standing by a pillar with an oversized cup and saucer in her hands. Joyce says, "Do you really think you're ready, Buffy?" and then drops her saucer. Buffy watches it fall and shatter while Joyce turns and walks away. Buffy walks some more and then turns to see Angel. They smile and walk towards each other, but just then Drusilla appears behind Angel with a stake held high. She plunges it deep into him from behind and Buffy yells out, "Angel!" They reach towards each other, their fingertips not quite touching, but Angel begins to disintegrate, crumbling, his rings tumbling to the floor. Drusilla approaches Buffy and wishes her a happy birthday. In her room Buffy wakes up, for real this time.

There's a knocking at the door of Angel's apartment, Tacky City. I've gotten most of my furniture off of the street and my apartment is still decorated better than Angel's. He opens it to reveal a worried Buffy. Buffy's skirt is short. Way short. You know how for a long time scientists thought that atoms were the smallest particle of matter until they discovered quarks? Well, that's Buffy's micro-mini. It's the quark of micro-minis. Buffy asks Angel if he's okay, and after he assures her that he's fine, he goes to grab a shirt. Buffy tells Angel about her dream, and he strokes her cheek and tells her that he's right there. Buffy isn't having it and reminds Angel that she does have prophetic dreams, but Angel counters that it's a hit-and-miss thing. Buffy is still agitated and says, "But what if Drusilla is alive? We never saw her body." Angel: "She's not. But even if she was, we'd deal." Buffy protests some more but Angel, having exhausted his repertoire -- he's not made for extended conversation -- grabs her and lays one on. Smack, slurp, smooch. Buffy has to go to school. Smooch, slurp, smack. Angel reminds Buffy that she has to go to school. Slurp, smack, smooch. Buffy tells Angel that she likes "seeing [him] at bedtime" and that "the part at the end of the night where we say good-bye. It's getting harder." Harder to watch, maybe.