Establishing shot of UC Sunnydale. Willow, Buffy, Tara, and Dawn are taking a break from packing up Tara's room. Buffy passes out sandwiches. Tara is still crazy. Willow feeds her applesauce, and Dawn offers to help. Yes, I'm sure this is all supposed to be terribly touching, but I've got a million more things to do today and have no time for emotion. Exposition about Tara's condition -- she's heavily sedated, and crazy as junebug most times but completely normal at others. Tara weaves her head back and forth as acting shorthand for being a few words short of a full spell. Willow announces that she's going to take care of Tara from now on, because "she's [Willow's] girl." Buffy reaches out to stroke Dawn's tresses and expresses understanding. "I know you do," states Willow, thus bonding or something with Buffy, although taking care of your mentally disabled girlfriend is different enough from protecting your little sister to make the comparison a little ooky. Hey, I wonder if everyone's magical illusions of knowing Dawn would fall away if her head were shaved. Do not underestimate the power of good hair. Willow babbles something to Tara in such a schmaltzy voice that I'm not going to bother transcribing it, and kisses her on the forehead. Just then, Glory rips the side of the building off. Tara freaks out, and when Dawn reassures her, she points to Dawn, saying, "Look at that! The light! Such pure green energy." Glory flashes a toothy and frightening smile. Buffy looks worried.
Damn! No RV? I've been on pins and needles all week to see how Buffy would manage to look so coiffed whilst having to shower and primp in a space the size of a broom closet.