Xander and Anya climb the stairs up to Willow's dorm room with Anya asking doubtfully, "So what do we do?" Xander monotones that he isn't sure. As they enter the hallway, Anya again asks, "Xander, what will we do? What will we be expected to do?" Xander can't answer that with anything but a stare. They come upon Willow's door ajar, and I don't think that, if my best friend's mom died, I'd leave my door cracked so all the sorority bitches could get a glimpse into my theatre of pain, but whatever. They enter, and Xander and Willow immediately gravitate towards hugging range. Tara and Anya stand around looking uncomfortable. Willow mentions that she's afraid of crying again and Anya, trying to make conversation, reveals that Xander indulged in the salt-eye over at the Non-basement of Non-debasement. She pronounces it "weird." Willow, slightly acidic, says, "It's a thing that we do," and Anya gives everyone such a hang-dog look that my heart goes out to her. The gang stands around looking uncomfortable until Anya breaks the silence by asking what's going to happen. Willow says that they're meeting the gang at the morgue. Then Willow gives Tara a pained look and goes off to change again. Xander desperately looks for someone to blame for this, settling first on Glory and then on "the doctors." Willow comes back to hear his tirade against the medical profession. Willow tells Xander that "it just happened," and Xander looks to the rest of the gang with a "Do you believe this crap?" look as he spits, "Things don't happen. Somebody's…I mean somebody's got…" Willow gives a little shake of her head and then raises her fists, offering to duke it out with him: "C'mon. You and me." Xander's look softens, and he takes Willow's head between his hands and gives her a long, tender kiss on the forehead. "You know I can't take you," says he. "Damn straight," agrees Willow. See! This is the kind of Xander/Willow friend-type interaction I've been missing, and then they give it to me like this? Damn Joss and his monkey paw!