The medic extras roll Buffy's gurney into the front yard, followed by Xander. He runs into Willow on the front walk. Xander seems to register that Willow is bloody because he asks if she's okay, but he seems too shocked for it to really sink in. Willow's eyes are back to normal and she simply asks, "How did this happen?" Xander replies that Warren was the shooter, and Willow zombies, "Warren " before taking off down the street. Xander calls after her, but then has to hop in the ambulance to accompany Buffy to the hospital.
Sunnydale police station. Jonathan and Andrew are locked in a cell, sniping at each other. Jonathan indicates a burly man in the next cell and says he thinks the guy wants to make him "his butt monkey," but Andrew scoffs that Burly Man is just in for parking violations. Jonathan is freaked that prison rapists like "the small ones with little hands like their girlfriends." Andrew tells him to "chill" because Warren is going to free them any minute. Jonathan is skeptical, and then they drift into their little nerd fantasyland for a second, talking about WarGames. "I miss Ferris Matthew [Broderick]. Broadway Matthew -- I find him cold." Jonathan doesn't agree, but then remembers that he and Andrew have real problems to deal with, like the fact that Andrew's aunt never responded to his one phone call. Jonathan growls about how Andrew and Warren were going to "fly off and leave [him] holding the bag," and Andrew cracks me up (a little) by very insincerely saying, "I was going to carry you." He flops back down on the bunk. Jonathan snides that the "nice murderer" Warren was going to ditch him and then ditch Andrew too, but Andrew doesn't want to hear it. "He's coming for us," delusions Andrew. "He's out there right now devising a brilliant way to get us out of here." Oh yeah, suuuure. And the sun will come out tomorrow, Little Orphan Andrew.
The nice murderer in question has decided to don a sharp suit and jaunt his way into a bar, not a thought in his mind about the location of his erstwhile partners in crime. Warren tells the demon behind the bar that he's "feeling expansive," so he buys a round for the bar. He then sits down, doffs his sunglasses, and starts to make small talk with the vampire next to him. The vamp isn't too interested in Warren, as he's busy "watching [his] program," which appears to be a nature show on crocodiles. Warren shuts up for a millisecond, but can't wait to crow loudly about how he's the man who just killed the Slayer. That catches the vampire's interest, and he's ready to hear more. Leading up to his big moment, Warren explains, "I've been heading an organization. The Trio? You've heard about us." "Uh, no," demurs the vamp. Warren brushes it off as not that important and saying he ditched two-thirds of his trio and, now that "Buffy's out of the picture," he's ready to get a real gang. The bartender seems a little skeptical that Warren actually managed to off the Slayer, and asks if he's a warlock. Nope, Warren has "explored all the dark arts," but in the end, found a gun to be most effective in ridding the world of Buffy. "You killed the Slayer with a gun?" snickers the vampire, and then he and the bartender begin to laugh. Warren says that yep, he did. Killed her in her own backyard. He babbles on about the effectiveness of science as the bar patrons laugh more and more. Warren is riding high on the good feelings and cheers, "The town is ours!" "Ours, maybe," agrees the vampire, "You are screwed." The barkeep makes a crack about being a good shot, and Warren finally realizes, "This isn't the evil laugh of victory, is it?" He wants to know what the hell everyone finds so funny, and the vampire tells him that the news just featured a story about a young woman shot in her own backyard. "She survived. She's in the hospital," says the barkeep, and reminds Warren, "Slayers heal fast. Real fast." Warren swallows nervously and looks like he's about to pee his pants. The vampire advises him to run and run fast, because the Slayer will be after him "big-time."