Dawn and Tad walk down the street and talk about things. He asks Dawn if she's a sophomore. Her response is, "I wish," which really doesn't seem right to me, considering that Dawn said, "Yeah? Those monks put grades K through eight in my head. Can't we just wait and see if they drop nine in there too?" in "Tough Love." But I suppose, in the grand scheme of revisionist history this show is foisting onto us vis-à-vis Spike and the very existence of Dawn, that the least of our worries is if Dawn should actually be in tenth grade. She is rather old to be a freshman, though. I guess that's what happens when you play hooky as a big green ball of dimension-altering energy for fourteen years. Let this be a lesson. Josh hands Dawn a wad of bills as her part of the take and quips, "And so begins her life of crime." Dawn muses that he's a little late to be corrupting her, as she hasn't "paid for lipstick since forever." Blaine is thrilled by the news that Dawn is both "cute and bad." He notices Dawn shivering and strips off his letterman's jacket to hang around her shoulders. They share a Look, but just then Forehead shows up, Big Gulp in hand, wondering where Zack has gotten himself to. Blaine says that he's fetching the car.

Cut to Zack pulling some dead guy out of a sedan. A. Sedan. Yup. This isn't your sire's Oldsmobile.

Buffy walks down the street contemplating stuff as she wistfully watches the happy children and happy couples. She's distracted by some sirens and wanders over to see some paramedics wheel a woman (with very obvious fang marks on her neck) into an ambulance.

Phone rings at the Summers's. Giles answers it. It's Forehead's mother. Uh oh! The jig is up. After finishing up the conversation, Giles goes into the living room where Willow and Xanya are shaking their groove things. Tara sits alone on the couch. Giles shuts off the stereo, to mild protest, and explains the situation. He dispatches Willow and Tara to go downtown to look for Dawn while Xanya holds down the fort and Giles heads over to Spike's.

Forehead and Zack spill out of the hijacked car and go to make out in the woods or something, leaving Dawn and Jake inside. Dawn vainly tries to make small talk. She worries that Jake might want his jacket back, but he brushes her off with, "Cold doesn't really bother me." Dawn jokes that Jake is Superman. He quips, "No. But I do have a few special powers." Dude. Wall-eye is not a special power. He leans in for a kiss, but Dawn fumbles for the radio. Jake notices that Dawn is shaking and oh god just kiss already. The only people most teenagers are remotely interesting to are other teenagers. I have zero interest in this storyline. "I just wanna taste you," murmurs Cliff. I don't know what's creepier: that line as uttered by an ostensibly sixteen-year-old boy, the fact that Dawn falls for it, or the fact that Cliff hasn't blinked in the past two minutes.