I can't believe this. Talking about a bake sale in Wicca group as if this was some sorority. Honestly, I don't know why I don't just leave. It's obvious that they aren't going to get into anything real and sorry but I've already graduated from girl scouts. Still, for once I'm taking part in something that isn't the Scoobies. Not that I'm growing bored with them, it just feels that I need something new in my life. This is college after all. A time for new experiences and gathering stories to tell the kiddies that maybe aren't all demony. And with Oz gone… No, don't go there, Will. No reason to unbury those feelings.

Oh finally, a new voice. And…of course. They're turning her down. What do they mean saying magic isn't real? Why the hell did they start this group then? Psh, maybe a random zap in the keister will wake some of them up. Well, at least it seems like I might have someone I can talk to here. Awww, she seems really shy. Kind of like me before (and I guess after) Buffy came along. Well, maybe this girl just needs someone like that. Someone who can break her out of her shell. Ha, yay for new goals.

Arggg! This silence is so frustrating. Well, terrifying too, I guess. Those…things, the Gentlemen, look majorly creepy. And cutting out hearts? Major ew on the ick scale. And it figures the only way to kill them is the one way that we can't kill them. Now, to me that just seems unfair. I mean, that's worse than sending the gladiators in to fight the lions! At least those guys had swords. Ugh, I wish I could say something. I wish anyone could say anything. Sarcasm just doesn't have the same effect on paper.

Oh no! Crapcrapcrappidycrap! Knocking near by! Uh, uh, what do I do??? That's how they get you, isn't it? They knock and you answer and WHAM! Dead! Well, okay, they can't kill them if they don't answer, right? Wouldn't be very gentleman-like to just bust in someone's room and kill them without being invited. But what if they answer?! Peep-hole, people! Hopefully they look out their peep-hole…Hey! Good idea. Okay, let's see what's out there. Slowly, carefully. I'm ninja Willow. They'll never know I'm here. Oh my god! It's that girl from the Wicca group! Open the door! Get her in here!

And now we're on the floor and those goons are mighty close. Shit! We're never going to get out of this! No, positive thoughts, positive thoughts. You've gotten out of tighter jams than this before. No way these smiling freak shows are gonna take me down. Stumbling! Why do I keep stumbling! I need to get a grip on things or I really am going to lose this and possibly get someone else killed in the process. Oh, she must be so terrified. I mean, I'm terrified and I've seen this kind of thing before. Run faster. Just gotta keep running. Running. Running. Running. Oh! Yay! Room nearby. Quick, get inside! Inside, door closed…but will that hold them?! Past experience says no. Vending machine! Perfect! Come on, Will, time to show those "Wiccans" what a true witch can do. Tired, too tired. Concentrate! You have to do this! There you go, starting to move. Just need to try harder. Wha-? Tingling. Energy. Power. Okay, concentrate, Will. Yes! Machine against the door! Witches: one. Gentlemen: zero. Thank God I wasn't alone. In fact, I can still feel it. The power. The energy. The tingling.